Today is Sunday but we iron our prayers, 

fold them neat into hymns,

wear smiles like sneakers that have never touched mud. 

But when we pray,  it feels like just words

and our faith becomes so small

like a mustard seed we keep losing in our pockets.

Then, tomorrow is Monday

and the mud finds us anyway.

In the traffic, 

In the "I don't know if I believe this anymore",

In the 3am thoughts that don't make it to the altar. 

So let's stop pretending the mud isn't there. 

Let's bring the dirty shoes to Jesus,

let's let Him see the  the days our faith feels small, 

and the cracks in our "I'm fine"

Because He never asked for Sunday-best.

He asked for us. 

All the messy honest,  laughing, crying,  healing versions of us. 

So today, 

Maybe realising we have Jesus whom we can be vulnerable to is enough,

maybe leaving our Sunday-best version of us behind is okay, 

maybe letting go of our 3am thoughts to the altar is enough,

maybe showing up messy is the offering.

So let's not bring our best,

let's bring us. 

The honest,  vulnerable,  tired and trying "us"

©Goke's pen

~TheHealingPoet.