Come to me. Here I am. Here is my burdened heart. Here are my weary hands. I will give you rest. Carry me. Breathe my breath. Relieve this weight. Take my yoke upon you. Attach me to you. Make my steps your steps. Learn from me. Open my eyes. Show me how. I am gentleContinue reading “Come to Me”
I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until theContinue reading “Practicing Bravery”
Put your breath in my lungs and your words in my mouth. May my hands be your tools and your love fill the earth.
I see that you are here, your head aching and your hands lined with your years. I am not afraid to touch you, though your eyes water and you feel forgotten. If you could reach out a hand to touch his cloak, you would. If you could fall at his feet, trembling and seen, youContinue reading “The Forgotten”
May you join with our Lord Jesus in calling on our Father. May you feel our Father’s presence in your lungs – in your inhale and in your exhale. May you have eyes that see the presence of the kingdom now and celebrate; may you have eyes that notice the kingdom’s absence and then bringContinue reading “The Lord’s Prayer, A Blessing”
by Hassani Hussein Amid the confusion, the chaos and the pain A man emerged, Jesus was his name. Walking with nothing but God as his aid And the marks of a Great One between his shoulder blades. In a barn the revelation came. Gabriel said, “Mary, you will have a Son and Jesus will beContinue reading “Untitled”
How do you pray in the darkness of a blue morning when the tree limbs whip and reel, rain batters the yellowed leaves, and the world has no room for your thoughts and whispers and cries?
You are my protector, the guard of my soul. You are ever-present, never-changing, always-willing, never-failing. Extend your mercy, Pour out your grace. Hear my cry. Hear my call. I am yours.
What I really wanted was for us to break open the crusty bread and fill our mouths with wine so we would remember who was holding us together when you lashed out and I ran away.
I cannot remember the words. Though I walk through the valley of death. Your rod and your, oh I can’t think of the word! Fear no evil. My body shakes and sweats. I can’t control any of it, the way it wails, stuck in this one single minute that will not pass. I cannotContinue reading “Psalm 23”