From f2f9ed3f6dca25635825e9d9e40a0e87a0978b9f Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2021 19:10:03 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/discernment.md | 4 +++- 1 file changed, 3 insertions(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/discernment.md b/writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/discernment.md index a61c85bf..88e66b14 100644 --- a/writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/discernment.md +++ b/writing/sawtooth/limerent-object/discernment.md @@ -125,11 +125,13 @@ Outside Dee walked slowly to one of the concrete blocks that served as benches a He was not ready yet. Not ready for his penitential *pater noster*. Not ready to go see his advisor. He didn't feel ready for anything. +Most of all, he realized he was not ready to admit to himself that not wanting to be here implied the possible solution of leaving, of *not* being here. He wasn't ready. + *...If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities, Lord, who could stand? But there is forgiveness with you so that you may be revered...* He didn't even feel ready for this prayer, for this call out to God. What iniquities faced him? He was privileged to be able to attend such a school as this. He was loved by God and the church. He was lucky to have been born with a mind so expansive, a body so healthy. -Perhaps the iniquities were within. +Perhaps the iniquities were within. Perhaps it were something about himself, within himself, a core aspect of himself. Perhaps the privilege was undeserved. Just a coyote, right? Just a farmer, right? And yet here he was, languishing at a renowned seminary. *...I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in His word I hope; my soul waits for the lord more than those who watch the morning, more than those who watch the morning.*