Almost Unseen

Coming into the prayer retreat, I was exhausted. Tired of leading. Tired of caring for others. Tired of bridging gaps. After all, bridges get walked on.

On the patio, a planter caught my eye, my attention fixed on what was almost unseen. Neither beautiful nor productive, the blade of grass focused my desire. For simplicity. For rest. To be unneeded, just for while. For insignificance in everyone’s eyes but God’s.