Tom DaSilva "Room"

ROOM

by Rev. Sarah (Are) Speed

I asked God—

what about my

fingernail-biting habit

or the way I leave all the cabinets

open in the kitchen?

What about the way I can be dramatic,

drumming up a fight, only to

hand out apologies like souvenirs?

What about the way I second-guess myself,

let shame drive, or stay quiet when I

have something to say?

What about the way I chase accomplishments

like a dog with a bone?

What about the doubt, or the fact

that I’m terrible at prayer and

cannot help but yawn during church?

What about

What about

What about?

My baggage might be too big for the van.

But then

God called me by my first and middle name,

which always means business,

and said:

Who told you that you were too much?

Sugar, there is so much room for you here.

So that’s when I grabbed a seat

and we hit the road

and I knew right then

that the rumors were true.

There is room.

There is room.

There is room.