Whene’er
I hear another
reach
out to me in the speech
of mine own conscience,
sometimes with words truthful,
words delightful,
words revealing something wonderful
of me that I,
perhaps in falsest
humility, hardly will, barely can profess,
and
sometimes with words painful,
words disclosing something awful
of me that I,
perhaps in realest
guilt and shame,
sorrowfully can and must confess,
then I know,
without threat of fear,
that I have been seen and known, named and claimed,
and loved…
Whene’er this happens, I
know that I
as Moses, stand on holy ground
in the presence of one who – as God in the flesh
of a bush
ablaze that burneth not –
intends harm neither to herself nor to me.
Illustration: Moses adores God in the burning bush, James Tissot (1836-1902)
Paul,
Today I’ll focus on “been seen and known, named and claimed, and loved…”. These are small words YET the are the HUGE influence in what gets me up in the morning and keeps me standing even when I want to fall down. Being loved is key. And even when I don’t or can’t hear it from others I know God will always love me unconditionally.
Thanks and love!
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Yes, amen, Loretta, again, I say: YES, AMEN! The faith…your faith…my faith…anyone’s faith that declares boisterously, that trumpets loudly, triumphantly into the ears of our souls that God loves us unconditionally, everlastingly is key to our sense of self, our sense of wholeness (especially when we feel…ARE fragmented, torn apart, disheveled), our sense that there is and will be a home for us, now and forever. God’s Love, yes, amen, that is the…our key. Love you!
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incredible… truth and wisdom clothed in poetry… :)… wonderful Paul:)
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