A reflection from April B.L.:

God.
I’m busy, very busy.
I’m winning at checking items off my to-do list. I’m fishing for something new to watch.
I’m perseverating on the latest outrage.

Is your angel trying to catch my attention?
Is she hoping I will notice when she knocks me down? Is she waiting for me to wake up?
(Can you wrestle if you’re asleep?)

Perhaps.
Or perhaps I’m terrified to wrestle.
Perhaps I’m avoiding riverbanks in the dark.
What if she knocks down the two pillars of my comfort? “We’re good, and they’re bad.”
And:
“If I work hard enough, I’ll be safe.”

God.
Please take me to the riverbank.
Please open my eyes to see your angel. Please give me courage to wrestle.