Love

Poetry

You are inscribed on my palm

Your name is before me day and night

Your soul calls out and I hear it

Your heart has needs and I want

To move the mountains to meet them

For you are precious in my sight
For who can express the great love of God… unrelenting, unequivocal to anything else.  Grab hold, see it, feel it, hear it, it’s yours. 

Being Mean

Poetry

This morning on the way to school, my 4 year old said “sometimes Caleb (his 7 yr old brother) is mean to me. So sometimes will you be mean to him too?”  I laughed a little on the inside thinking “of course I won’t be mean to your brother because he was mean to you. He’s my son too.”  

Then I wondered if that’s how it sounds to God when we wish He would “repay” the wrongs done to us. He hears us, gently smiles, understands why we feel that way but then reminds us that the person who hurt us is His child too.  And instead of “being mean to them”, He disciplines out of love and infinite wisdom, knowing exactly what each of us needs.  He provides mercy upon mercy just as He has done for me…. and for that, I am extremely grateful.

In the broken, In the silence

I sit and wait

Your hand is at work
I watch and pray
I give You the pieces
I trust what You say