Yesterday I spent the evening writing down quotes I love in
my diary. It’s the beautifully bound little brown book that Hannah bought for me
when she was travelling all over Europe, and when I write in it I think of her
walking through the streets of Santorini, giggling at buskers in Barcelona, and
sitting down with football fans in Florence.
Some of my favourites were those by Marianne Williamson, and
George Eliot. But one that struck me, as it always, always does, are these
beautiful words by Hannah Brencher (which Luk Ching showed me):
God, reduce us to
love.
God, make me so small
and humble that all people can see is love.
Inside.
Outside.
I’m just so hungry to
be long and everlasting love while my tiny feet are on this earth.
Let it not be for an
agenda.
Let it not be for a status.
Soften my heart and
make me not proud of the things that
deserve your credit.
Make my heart weak and
woozy with a love that wrecks, rebuilds, and calls others out of darkness.
God, reduce me to love
so that your will be done.
God make love famous
and let me slip into the background.
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