The past 7 months have been filled with anguish – like I have been floundering in some raging socio-emotional current, washing up in tatters from time-to-time on unfamiliar and desolate shores. Depleted. This week, God has mercifully filled my cup anew, like the long-awaited rain that is at this very moment beginning to patter. I extend this prayer to you, not because “I am back,” but to share my small ration of hope in the waiting. jfig
Prayer of returning...day 2 Cupped Jesus, i return to you, this morning small gift of hope, cupped carefully in upturned palms like a bird, ready to fly. For you...i offer it back—this infant gift so precious to scatter like seed; it lies safe in your benevolent hands. My heart rests—abandoned to you...dawning revelation of all creation. Reveal... I wait peacefully for you. jfig 8/2021 If you'd like a scriptural context, Isaiah 8:20-22 speaks of anguish. And Isaiah 9, the revelation of dawn.
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