It’s not just a phrase or something to say.
I say these literal words nearly every morning
and almost every evening,
lying in my bed
before my feet hit the cold painted wooden floor
and after I’ve reached up and turned out the lamp.
“God, please rescue me from me.”
That’s what I say.
And this is what I mean:
Rescue me from the knee jerk foolish decisions I make.
Rescue me from the long pondered lists of pros and cons decisions I make.
Rescue me from every time I’m convinced I know best and every time I’m certain I’ve made regrettable choices.
Rescue me from me.
There’s always so much more I don’t know even when I think I do know.