Was it you prompting me to go for a walk when I felt blocked by burdens I could not name? Was it you who wrapped me in the gentle warmth of summer’s early morning sun— opening my heart to pray blessings over each beloved one who came to mind? Was it you who lifted my eyes to the canopy of trees—and beyond— to the mountains rising up so nearby— awakening awe again? Was it you who blew kisses in the … [Read more...] about Was It You?
Sweet Aroma
Bread of life, we breathe you in— become intoxicated by the hearty sweetness of your aroma awakening our hunger. The fragrance of your love reaches and enters, entices us to seek you, begs us to consume you, invites us to make you our source of life. Bread of life, broken and given, we delight in the smell and the taste of you. We return to you, seeking to satisfy our hunger over and over … [Read more...] about Sweet Aroma
Barren
I am barren. Meant to be home to love that brings forth life, I am desolate. I need you. I need you to come into this desert I am with your living waters, with your life-creating love. Enter and fill. May all you are form and spill from my mind, my heart, my lips, my life. Today. Bring forth your life in me, I pray. … [Read more...] about Barren
Cunning and Baffling
I feel my pride slither away to hide under some far away rock— as if vanquished— every time I acknowledge my need of you and embrace humility anew. In this place of opening to you, I often find myself lost in wonder at the beauty you are, the beauty you make— only to feel the slithering, coiling, rising, striking of this deadly snake, again. Teach me in my despair over this creature’s return, to … [Read more...] about Cunning and Baffling
Overwhelmed
I am overwhelmed today by your tender mercies, your kindness, your extravagant gifts. I am like a wounded, untrusting child on Christmas morning sitting with a stack of beautiful gifts from Someone I love more than any other. Like the child, I am astonished, wary. But there you are, smiling delight as you watch me unwrap one gift after another, all from you hand, all from the kindness of your … [Read more...] about Overwhelmed
Under the Canopy
Under the Canopy You walked with me along sidewalks today, under Elms grown old and tall together, their limbs intertwined overhead providing a canopy of protection against the warm August morning. You walked with me, waiting while my brain spun webs, waiting with kindness for me to remember and relax again under the canopy of your love and protection, covering me always. … [Read more...] about Under the Canopy
Wild Fire of God
Wild Fire of God, consume— take into the body of Light you are the horror perpetrated in greed and blindness on this one transform to lighter-than-air ash the weight of confusion, fear, despair still carried in the fibers of this being sweep clean, as you roar and burn away the lies to expose what was never lost or harmed blaze bright— let shine the gold and silver treasure you hid and held, and … [Read more...] about Wild Fire of God
Innocent
“Innocent.” You speak this word to a young, frightened part of me. You give me to this word, to this wonder. Innocent. No condemnation for being small, weak, powerless. No judgment for needing, wanting to be loved. No burden of blame for crimes committed by others. Innocent. Shame carried away by Another. Soul-washed in the tears of God. Innocent. “Hear this deeply,” you whisper. “Fall into … [Read more...] about Innocent
Innocent
“Innocent.” You speak this word to a young, frightened part of me. You give me to this word, to this wonder. Innocent. No condemnation for being small, weak, powerless. No judgment for needing, wanting to be loved. No burden of blame for crimes committed by others. Innocent. Shame carried away by Another. Soul-washed in the tears of God. Innocent. “Hear this deeply,” you whisper. “Fall into … [Read more...] about Innocent
Tear Washed
Ancient words devoutly sung stung my heart today. “Sin had left a crimson stain you washed me white as snow.” New thoughts flung old meanings away. Could this image apply to the stain on my soul inflicted by another’s sin condemning me to wander barren earth in shame? How would you wash such stains? I long to believe you would wash them with your tears. Your angry, tender tears. Oh God, cry over … [Read more...] about Tear Washed