I long for you my God. I long for the freedom which is you. I long for that suppleness of spirit that lets go the grip and picks up the pieces with graciousness and generosity; that doesn't need to grasp in anxiety. I trust. I know. I see ... that all is given again and again and yes, again.
Then, I can let go of my fear of scarcity because you are all in all.
Then, I can take up my most amazing life to live in you, for your glory.
Then, I can allow it to run through my fingers like sand because there is enough … and nothing stays for ever.
All is gift, all lost and found in you. So I can allow the dance of life and death and healing and wholeness to take me in its arms and cherish me. Even as I let go and dance the lament of death, the pulse of life beats on in each fresh face awakening to greet the day.
I awake the dawn, blessed, transformed in faith, given in love.
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