Judge Not

Out
And all over the place
Jesus
What a mess you’ve to clean
Yet there down at My feet
On the ground
Dirtying your white with the bloody, brokenness of my heart 
You are
Picking carefully up, dutifully up
Each piece, one after the next
Defending me against the mess
I’ve allowed
Asking me against my better judgement
That I always allow
That I forever leave
My heart
Out
And all over the place 

Sandra 

Conquer me in my sleep. Invade my dreams. My right thigh has flexed 
in preparation for battle.

I know you can do this, I know that you’re more than soft, broad feathers on your outside.

I am afraid. Kiss the fear from me -you have my permission. Then slay me with what I must learn.

Family

Oh God thank you, that in your love and wisdom, you knit together the Miracle that is the human frame.

You formed the bones and skin and muscles, sinew and nerves in such a way that They need each other.

May These limbs hold fast to all that is dear. Let the right arm take hold of the left arm and form the bridge of Faith between the Two.

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Staring at the sun

Always obsessed with sun rises
-and recently wanting to look directly into the sun’s eyes-
I decided today that if I’m never blessed to come face to face with its brilliance,
I will move through my days grateful that it daily stares at me and warms my bones,
and for an eternity,
I will praise the One who placed it there.

Job 38

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