feed me, feed me, feed me......

"Help" is a prayer that is always answered. It doesn't matter how you pray--with your head bowed in silence, or crying out in grief, or dancing

ANNE LAMOTT

Yesterday I went out to the deck to check on the babies.

It has been raining here for days and it had been two days since

I was out on the deck messing into their business.

I got down on the wet deck on all fours and

pushed my eye to the crack so I could see...

my how they had grown,

what was once pink tiny blobs with peach fuzz punker rock hairdos was

now bigger blobs, covered in grayish fuzz

and big black blob buttons for eyes that were not yet open.

Mama must have been out looking for food...

i think they thought I was her..

because when they felt my vibrations...

 suddenly their little necks popped up

and these gigantic mouths on such little things

all opened up and stayed open...

I had to laugh...

hungry little things....

wondered if perhaps

this is how I look when God sees me...

little blob with crazy fuzzy hair all stuck up from my constant playing with it...

wondered if that's how I stood before HER.

In a book, somewhere on my shelf sits a couple of books by Anne Lamott...

she says something like, "There are two types of prayer...

Help me! Help me! Help me!

and

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!...

i figure most of us

spend a majority of our time,

crying out with our giant beaks,

begging for

Help...

sort like those babies

crying..

feed me...

help me help me help me

I know I'd like to be more full of the thank yous and perhaps

i may work on it day to day...

but I'd say..

for the most part

when I think of God,

my mouth springs open,

and

 sit there..

help me

help me

feed me...

come on Mama

give me something....

so thankful or those

big beaks, for necks getting stronger and for gray peach fuzz coverings.

Come on God...

feed me...

 I dare you today (but one request--only the good stuff...)

okay?