Wisdom, you teach me much when I find my heart shrunken small, squeezing into as tiny a space as possible lest I hurt more or regret more or yearn for more or dare to dream, risk creating a blessing for another, live whole-heartedly expecting and ushering into being a more gracious, equitable, and merciful world. Wisdom, you teach me to be kinder than is convenient, more understanding than is comfortable, and more steadfast to my faithful promises as I yearn for others to also be more loving, more generous, more merciful, more just, more wise, and more forgiving. Wisdom, you teach me to breathe when breathing hurts, and when I would wish a way to skip over what must be gone through and done lest we have too fragile and too easy a change, one where habits of hospitality and kindness and acceptance have not yet been truly developed. Wisdom, you teach me, every night and every day, that there is still beauty in all this yearning and working for change, there is much joy, and that our much to do every day also means loving, and laughing generously, and giving thanks, and enjoying kindness, and meeting mercy once again. Keep teaching me, Wisdom. I will try to keep learning, and let my heart be whole and hopeful and sing with all my being with the love that changes all. Amen.