December 2017
I remember you…
You’re the one who made the moon and the stars and the sun, set them all in the sky to guide me.
You’re the one who tells the wind and the water to move, deeply refreshing and sometimes overwhelming me.
You’re the one with the extravagant love, the amazing grace, the unexplainable peace, the savior son, the holy spirit, the unfailing truth, the unspeakable joy, the never-ending patience, the overflowing goodness, the overpowering might, the unbelievable gentleness, the indescribable color and the breathtaking light.
You’re the one with the crazy faith to believe in someone like me.
I remember me…
I’m the one with the quick wit and dry sense of humor, some of the best ways out of the pit and back on to the path.
I’m the one with the intense emotions and huge capacity for compassion, deeply satisfying and sometimes overwhelming.
I’m the one who writes and creates and broods and expects and delights and encourages and laments and mourns and fails and prays and stays in bed all day and gets back up and makes beautiful messes.
I’m the one with the crazy faith to believe in miracles.
Oh yeah, I’m the one you made in your spitting image.
Except for the times that I’m wearing masks…
- distracted
- tempted
- addicted
- lost…
Maybe that’s where the spitting comes in.
Thankfully I can still look around and see unmistakable evidence of you everywhere – your care and creativity, your promise and possibility…
in the heavens and on the earth,
in the mountains and in the valleys,
on the beaches and in the fields,
in the cities and on the playgrounds,
in the churches and in the homes,
in my room and in my mirror.
And I am yet undone…
- centered
- held
- loved
- found.
Father, remind me again and again, who you are, who and whose I am, forever and ever. Amen.
