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13 Jul 2016

otters and birthdays and glimpses of the mystery

Yeah, so, the past month has been an intense one for me in every way. A bit emotionally brutal. We can all relate, I’m sure. It’s shown me a lot of new things about myself, also revealed some new glimpses of this mystical mystery named, so simply, “Love,” in our language.

I’ve been a student of the nature of Love for the past 7 years, which doesn’t seem very long, now that I write it down, but, I have to report, just this short time of study, it has changed me in every area of my life.

My studies are always, first and foremost, practical. To me nothing I ‘believe’ is worth anything if it does not actually work in my living to bring me healing, make me a better human, remove my baggage to reveal my highest and best self, lead me into paths of peace and load my arms with fruit to share with fellow pilgrims along the way…and, so, I began by asking God to reveal what love was and how love worked.

My first flash came in 2009, riding on a CT commuter train from New Haven to Branford, looking at the marsh fly by. I had been asking for some days, intensely seeking, when God showed himself to me as ‘LOVE.’ That brief instant changed everything for me. I experienced the Aleph of The Mystery and left that train, completely changed a flash or, in real time less than 30 minutes…

Many wonderful writers have helped me along this open-ended, unlimited path of discovery on this topic. I must give much beautiful credit to Henri Nouwen, who helped me early on in my excavation of this topic. His revelations, and life surrendered to this mystery, have inspired much learning in my own voyage on this simple, yet so radical, path.

Over these years, I felt lead to share some of my tiny bits of insight with others – it has just been so amazing! So beautiful! So everything – I just wanted others to open to it as well, to learn and heal along with me! Over these years I have learned to be a writer and a poet. Until recently I didn’t feel I could claim those ‘titles,’ but I do now, just another way love has changed me. I am so grateful.

This brings us to yesterday, which brings us to Frederick Buechner’s 90th birthday! Buechner is one of the best, most beautiful, writers ever. Sometimes I stop breathing when I read his words. I won’t say more, at this moment, as this is becoming a very long post, but here’s my best advice: read him!

Recently someone, somewhere, on Facebook, posted words by poet, Fred LaMotte. They deeply touched me and so I ‘friended’ him. Then he began posting his words and I found myself on Amazon ordering one of his books. I received it last week, and it has been moving me into some very deep waters.

Yeah, so, back to yesterday, I re-posted a happy birthday write-up about Buechner and then…

I got this comment from Fred LaMotte:

He was the reason I became a teacher and a school chaplain. When I was a 10th grader at Exeter Academy (near Boston) he was the school chaplain. It was before he became a writer. One dreary morning in late Winter, we were 700 half asleep boys in morning ‘Chapel’ (it was just an assembly really), and decided to read to us. He read the entire 7th chapter of ‘The Wind In The Willows,’ ‘Piper at the Gates of Dawn.’ It was very long and I think I might have been the only one stayed awake. It was amazing. Not only did it show me my first real piece of spiritual writing, but I thought, “Wow! This is his job? Reading to people about the great God Pan? I want to do this!” Thank you Frederick Buechner.

💞

WOW!! Then Fred LaMotte shared that chapter of the Wind and the Willows, ya know, the one that inspired some pretty intense poetry, which is, at this moment plowing up some new fields in my back forty…

Wow upon WOW!

Here’s that link. My advice: Read it!!

http://yourradiance.blogspot.com/2013/03/piper-at-gates-of-dawn.html?m=1

I have not read The Wind in the Willows since I was a teenager, and, at that time I remember thinking it was rather stupid. My thoughts being something like, ‘Good grief, what in the heck is this about?’

Yesterday, I finally ‘got it!’ I broke down. I took my shoes off and bowed to the glory. Yesterday, a gift of love I offered was returned to me, unaccepted. I ‘got it!’ I broke down. I took my shoes off and bowed to the glory. There’s no right or wrong here, just gift. I choose to be only grateful to continue on in the, ‘yes and amen!’ of it all.

I have no idea what Love (God) will teach me next. I am a very humble beginner. No Master here. Just a girl who cannot believe how lucky I am to be on this narrow road. A very unlikely pilgrim, I. Always wearing inappropriate shoes for climbing these steep hills, but somehow, always getting the view of the most beautiful sunsets imaginable. I guess it’s true what Babe Ruth said, ‘You can’t beat a man who keeps getting up!’

Here’s a song I wrote for my children’s musical about my life of faith, named: The Fantastical Inside-Out-Upside-Down Journey of a Rich Little Poor Girl

You Otter Know (verses spoken in the style of Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant/choruses in Sinatra style)

I was walking in the forest

I was feeling all alone

The birds and bees were sleeping,

the weeping willow weeping
Then I heard a little creature

Start moving oh so slow

and the little brook began to play

music with its toes

the woodpecker was keeping time

upon that tall oak tree

and I could not help start dancing

cause I knew it was for me

and as I whirled and twirled about

I came upon a log

and the beaver and the otter (Frank Sinatra style Beaver. Sammy Davis Otter)

were acting more like hogs (pushing each other to get to the log stage with microphone)

and then they each began to croon

they’re words were oh so rare

I stood there for a moment

my foot still in the air
and they sang to me…
You otter know I love you

loved you from the start

(if you’ll beaver me

then I’ll beaver you

You never walk alone)

You otter know I love you

love your precious heart

(beaver me it’s true

I’ve always loved you

You’re never far from home)
and the band it just kept playing

and my happy heart did gasp

Cause this was so much better

than that silly talking a**

uhhh donkey
Then my heart it felt so happy

and my eyes at last could see

That though I hadn’t been aware

You’d never once left me

and as I danced on down that path

I swear I sang this song

The one my friends had written,

which had been there all along
and I sang…
You otter know I love you

loved you from the start

(if you’ll beaver me

then I’ll beaver you

You never walk alone)

You otter know I love you

love your precious heart

(beaver me it’s true

I’ve always loved you

You’re never far from home

💞

Ephesians 1:4

Even before he made the world, God loved us and chose us in Christ to be holy and without fault in his eyes.

New Living Translation

You don’t have to melt

until you are ready.

Remember this:
Each moil of your unoiled joints,

every numb stiff gristle of resistance,

cramp of anger, clabber of shame,
clot of envy, opinion or belief,

is simply a mass of refusal

contracted into “me,”
a particle afraid to waltz

with its field, a wave

that will not settle to its sea,
a sky who thinks it is a cloud,

a self who didn’t give up

I-dentity…
Don’t let go until you’re

ready, friend. You have forever.

You remember this:
To melt is not to pass away,

but to pulverize diamonds

with your dancing,
watch the spiraling fire

of your body, and witness

the whirled.

🔥

Alfred K. LaMotte

Some mornings

I wake up a king,

anointed, anticipated,

shining.
Some mornings

I wake up a pilgrim,

on a journey yet unseen,

but on a road laid out

with adventures to be met.
Some mornings

I wake up a mule.

No power to wield,

nowhere to go,

just me, just here,

dull and pointless.
Those days

I must be

most vigilant and ready,

for my master

is a good samaritan

and I never know

when I will be needed

for something luminous.

__________________

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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12 Jul 2016

I am fascinated by bold individualism – Charles Cooper (meee tooooo!!!❤️)

dark matter sutra

last nite in the dark sky

a fox was calling

this eerie voice scathing scratching the air

scaring every living thing around

straight out of a horror movie or worst

some scary witch after me

for all my past sins and debauchery

I was ready to lock the doors

grab a pitch fork

throw the covers over my head

who knows really what a fox really is

maybe a prisoner in a fur body

trying to get out

some convict from a strange distant galaxy

“ .. and for your crimes against humanity

we shall set you on another world

known as earth

in strange body

with strange bedfellows

whizzing bullets

and hungry wolves”

no matter what religion or science says

you never really know

who or what is in these other bodies

each of us stardust

catapulted from the infinite womb

dark matter given form

like blue hanuman

or immortal sunlight

I will call out to you from the wilderness

a purple cloud in a wide room

a child with a halo

a bed of moss

or some eagle soaring above the plane

in a total act of rebellion

from his dark matter sutra

NO PATH
‘There is No Path that Goes all the Way’

:-Han Shan
Not that it stops us looking

for the full continuation.
The one line in the poem

we can start and follow

straight to the end. The fixed belief

we can hold, facing a stranger
that saves us the trouble

of a real conversation.
But one day you are not

just imagining an empty chair
where your loved one sat.

You are not just telling a story
where the bridge is down

and there’s nowhere to cross.
You are not just trying to pray

to a God you always imagined

would keep you safe.
No, you’ve come to a place

where nothing you’ve done

will impress and nothing you

can promise will avert
the silent confrontation,

the place where

your body already seems to know

the way, having kept
to the last, its own secret

reconnaissance.
But still,

there is no path

that goes all the way,
one conversation

leads to another,
one breath to the next

until
there’s no breath at all,

just

the inevitable

final release

of the burden.
And then,

wouldn’t your life

have to start

all over again

for you to know

even a little

of who you had been?
…
Excerpt from ‘NO PATH”

From RIVER FLOW: New and Selected Poems by David Whyte

return to your own path

love leads us ever onward

to the open skies of freedom

❤️

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11 Jul 2016

peace. love. seal the deal. – Miles

White and black cannot be found

in the ruins and valleys of a human face.

You’re the dust in a wrinkled rainbow,

whorled pallet of earth tones,

ginger, sorrel, burnt sienna.
Who called you “white,”

that disdain for shadows,

color of the fear of falling

through the prism of contradictions?
You are not white, you are oak,

apple wood and dandelion.

Make wine of yourself.

Make a barrel of your bones.

Acquire the flavor of your ancestors.
Who called you “black,”

that abstraction of a laughing tear?

You are not black, you have sown

sunset in your cheek furrows.

You are banyan, and mahogany,

kola nut and olive, cocoa bean of grief,

kinnikinnik of the sacred pipe.

You are the night.
Voracious love has dipped us both

in honey, meshed our dreams

in darkest cilia, netted our souls

like mushrooms in sweet loam,

the wild manure of one dragon.
Through innumerable pungent roots

the same juice bears us upward

into starlight.

🌠

Who Told You? by Alfred K. LaMotte

my heart hurts today

for this pain.

I feel great sorrow,

shattering grief,

love cracks me open,

allows me to feel this

hurricane of rage,

this fraction of our creation –

soul division.
for what we,

as human-kind,

have chosen to accept

within the soil of our borders,

our birthright is so much more.

we are each beloved.

we are royal, each and every one.
sadness sits on me,

a heavy fog,

as I drive,

wait,

pay,

that smarmy man

with the weird goatee,

wearing the faded Jack Daniels t-shirt,

I try to love him –

I humbly admit my failure today,

I promise to keep trying,

it is my only hope to change this world.

I return to my place in this universe,

the one I belong to for this moment –

I walk a mile quickly

my angst

mixing with grief

tears won’t stop

I walk this beach,

so familiar,

yet always new.

I pick up rocks,

I move from rocks,

to sand,

to benches.

I stand while the gulls float,

so easy,

so secure,

so assured,

so secure,

so loved,

so free.

As I watch

peace fills me…
I let go…
always a brutal struggle for this stubborn girl,

(I prefer to name that quality ‘determined’)

always, always, worth it.
trusting life is a ruthless business.

I choose to live,

I choose to feel,

I choose to open,

I choose to pay attention,

I choose to connect,

I choose to participate,

I choose to love,

ruthlessly.

What about you?

💞

God grant you the eyes of heaven

to see each person’s divine belovedness

and so find joy.
God grant you a listening heart

to hear the cries of the silenced,

and so gain wisdom.
God grant you humility

that unburdened by yourself

you may be free.
God grant you courage

to enter the world’s dark wounds,

and so bring healing.
God grant you patience,

to know the strength of the long journey,

and so be given hope.
God grant you a heart of love,

to be moved to action,

and so receive deep peace.
God grant you God’s own spirit

to share in the healing of the world,

and so know God’s deep delight.

__________________

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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09 Jul 2016

a toast!

Presence is the leaven that makes earth rise.

We knead this loaf by walking gently,

honoring ecstatic raspberries

that tumble through the crippled zero

of a junked tire,
peaches fallen into putrefying splendor,

lightning of naked twigs on Autumn sky,

hieroglyphs that signify how jaggedness

resolves into awakened space.
This isn’t just pretend, it’s how

Christ beholds the lilies…

Let that eye of kindness lead you

back to the vulva where your clan emerged,
womb-amber chaos all our dreams

entangle in, the quintessential element

of seeing, where we suck

the nipple of original otherness.
After love making, some mother

must have swept our ashes up

in the wake of her heartbeat
where we could smell the mulch

of opposites, the musk of the dead

in a bundle of throw-out hyacinths.
We tasted rubies and moonlight,

the bitter yeast on golden grapes

un-gleaned at vineyards edge,

first fruits for homeless strangers,

those lovers of losing their way…
from the heat of the composted loss

the packed blackness of our sorrow

suddenly sprouts bejeweled graces.
I’m still stumbling home from that

first fragrance, friend.

You’re not as drunk as I am yet,

but you’ll get there, you’ll get there.

🍷

Leaven by Alfred K. LaMotte

love warriors walk through this world

love dripping from open hands

falling onto shattered pieces of the broken

staining bits of the kaleidoscope of hurting hearts

stepping carefully

yet confidently

slowing down

pouring out what is so needed

brutally defending tenderness

as the ones who have forgotten to know

appear to do battle…

fearful, hardened, defense

not knowing what they have forgotten…

oh, dearest, please wake up,

please allow yourself to remember

we are all the light

we are each the beloved

please let me hold you

touch those wounded places

touch your face

breathe your soul into mine

until we are completely one

rub love on your sore spots

until you remember

what you already know

stay here with me

for a long long while

let’s walk together

talk about all this beauty

connecting

hands

hearts

love

ah yes

love

as we go forward

allowing this drip to become

a pour

a fountain

a river

an ocean

the very universe

let’s dream together

as we sail our sea green ship

into this mystic world beyond the stars

beyond the moon

and once again

find ourselves home in the sun

living this exquisite ecstasy

drunk on the love brew

only we

can create

together

🍾

The Love of the Soul wells up within my heart; and understanding, pity, love and self-forgetfulness arise. I carry love to all I meet. I meet men’s love with love and remember not myself.

——–

Discipleship in the New Age I

Alice A. Bailey

Page 176

The Tibetan D.K.

There is a community of the spirit.

Join it, and feel the delight

of walking in the noisy street

and being the noise.
Drink all your passion,

and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes

to see with the other eye.
Open your hands,

if you want to be held.
Sit down in this circle.
Quit acting like a wolf, and feel

the shepherd’s love filling you.
At night, your beloved wanders.

Don’t accept consolations.
Close your mouth against food.

Taste the lover’s mouth in yours.
You moan, “She left me.” “He left me.”

Twenty more will come.
Be empty of worrying.

Think of who created thought!
Why do you stay in prison

when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.

Live in silence.
Flow down and down in always

widening rings of being.

🍥

A Community of the Spirit by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi

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09 Jul 2016

if you look for me…

Nature,

my teacher

my school

my temple

my shed

my friend

my lover

my passion

my peace

my darkness

my shining

my opening

my knowledge

my quests

my mystery

my luminosity

my path

my return

my budding

my harvest

my seasons

my eternal

my connection

my uniqueness

my blush

my beauty

my ravaging

my savaging

my circle

my arrow

my path

my journey

my longing

my desire

my tryst

my trust

my hope

my haven

my safety

my risk

my skip-itty-doo-dah

the hair on my chinny-chin-chin

my space

my intimacy

my solitude

my family

my found

my faith

my dancing

my lame

my music

my words

my rhythm

my song

my vision

my sight

my lost

my found

my sin

my soul

my tears

my laughter

my being

my belonging

my life

my love

my looking in

my letting go

my begging

my abundance

my start

my stop

my end

my beginning

my heart

my skin

my senses

my fences

my flash

my fire

my living

my death

my creator

my Spirit

my wound

my healer

my receiver

my giver

my adventure

my wild

my silence

my sound

my doo-be-doobie-do

my fa-la-la-la

my going

my coming

my heaven

my home

my ashes

my resurrection

my grounding

my wings

my births

my deaths

my everything

🌸🌻🌺🌾🌷🌹

photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT

in the heart of the yellow sun

the great current

the blinding white stars

over a blue sheet

when this age has passed

and thunder rolled back its

ringing flames

nestled in the high pines

of course these wild atoms of your heart

swallowed by the great current

the burning wings

the wedding at cana

and so it happens

to each and all

water to wine

flesh to light

it is summer now

in the skies long house

a rib cage of heat and fragrance

surrounded by 5000

your a lifted fish

or a loaf

in the hands of christ

it is no wonder now

you are surrounded

by immigrants and thresholds

as vulnerable as dew

in a field of fire

it is useless now

to utter

the unsayable

why would you want to burn redemption

when the whole world is an open secret

totally lifted

and out of proportion

🌞
Adam A DeFranco

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05 Jul 2016

thanks-living

From this bench

I can see four Miles

I have walked Miles ahead with each

two have shared

this very spot with me

in flesh and bone

two have been here in the spirit

of friends benches

and Anam Cara soul connection

Miles

and

Miles

and

Miles

a dog named Miles –

and many the Miles

to come –

each of my Miles inform my living

have had vast impact

in my heart

Letting go is my continual lifework

surrender my career

I’ve let go of everyone,

everything,

I’ve ever loved.

I carry them,

green, rooted trees,

within me.

I am done with questions,

I am committed to this process of my becoming.

I am a force of the nature of love.

I have no regrets,

no demands.

I fly with the seagulls,

bend low before the burning bushes,

I sit in the holy hush of the Sound of silence,

letting go,

seeking new understanding.

the deep places within me

give thanks for each piece of love I have experienced,

The blue sky shouts out to me

all that is coming…

the best is always yet to be,

Yes, coming to me and through me,

as I break the newly discovered

hardened edges of my heart

to allow

freedom

for you

and

💜

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03 Jul 2016

return to me

The time will come

when, with elation

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror

and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

💞

Love After Love by Derek Walcott

I want to make a poem
that slips into the heart stream
quietly, with no great splash
just a graceful entry,
with minimal ripples
which plunges deeply upon entering
and allows the mud to settle gracefully around it.
I want to make a poem
which allows the heart to trust,
to open,
to flower in it’s own time
knowing, for sure,
it is dependable,
steady,
Words written to last a lifetime,
through the fiercest storms,
though the world burn,
and the mountains crumble.
Words of love
so beautiful
so eternal
they come to life
each time they are read,
or spoken,
and anyone who dares to read the poem I make
cannot help but
find within themselves
clouds of peace
wrapped up in thick blankets of joy
and will forever know for sure
they are
beloved
💞
AL

I smiled at myself

in the mirror this morning

said, ‘good morning’

to the crazy haired girl

looking at me with happy eyes

I make happy coffee

and smile as the heaven-brew

hits morning tastebuds

I have many thoughts this morning

plans and inspiration

floating through

I smile at the fresh pink fuzz

on the backyard tree

at the birds hopping through grass

at the dirty pig statue

looking so perfectly thrilled

To be so dirty

I believe I will live this quote today:

The only thing that ultimately matters is to eat an ice cream

cone, play a slide trombone, plant a small tree, good God, now

you’re free.

– Ray Manzarek

Hmmm wonder where I’ll find that trombone?

💃🏻

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02 Jul 2016

page turner

A hill or edge or precipice,

horizon out and mystery

above, beneath, within.
Departure, limen: driveway,

pier, or gate, or aisle,

a road; and a goodbye.
A parting; sorrow, mostly

masked, and wonder.

Fear of what is next.
Riven wide enough for light,

made empty space enough

for pouring in of this:
a breathing— listen— low,

a hope, a vision, passion,

story told and still unfolding,
woven in your bones and

pouring through your veins,

and every other soul.
In all those faces, rapt

or gaping, still unknowing,

God has set a flame
not yet but soon to burst,

to shine, to speak. That’s why

Christ came, and came again:
to breathe it back into us. All

the love of God is there, now,

in your hands, your wanting hands.
The space awaits. The silence

breathes. The road an arm, a hand.

Begin.

__________________

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

Strange to realize

on our very worst day of life

someone else is having their very best.

Every death

is countered with birth.

Every grieving tear

with belly laughter.

On the night we see the stars fall

the sun is rising on the other side of the world.

The human spirit cannot be conquered

we rise again with each fall,

else we do not rise at all,

and come to the end,

which is another new beginning.

Tides come in

as tides go out.

With every broken heart

there is an answering new moment of love.

For every first kiss

a final slamming of the door –

figuratively or literally.

For every threshold we cross

we must cross again in a new moment.

We each have moments of glory

moments of defeat.

Worry is the paper tiger

which strips our moments of joy.

Illusions of control hide behind our eyes

always revealed to be a waste of our precious resources.

There is a time for every season.

In all we are to bring the sacrifice of praise.

It is the amazing hat-trick to the healing of our wounds

that in every single circumstance

we stand in the truth of that moment

and we give thanks,

or curse the darkness.

Our choices lead us ever onward

toward the life

we will leave behind,

life happens while we make plans,

all we have slips daily through our hands.

What will we do with your extraordinary, astonishing gift?

🖐🏼

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01 Jul 2016

stillpoint

Psalm of the Threshold
Eternal One, I praise you on this threshold;

the door opening is to you.

Under your eye I pack my belongings;

in your arms I move to a new place.
By your Spirit guide my hand

to take only what you give me

and leave the rest;

to bring with me what is truly need

and leave behind what is unneeded.

Give me faith to trust

what cannot be left behind,

and to release what I thought was part of me

but was only the leaves of a season.

Give me grace to say goodbye

even to myself

and turn and welcome the new day,

even in my own soul.
God of time and story,

may I ever dwell on thresholds,

between then and not yet,

in the present, moving.

By your grace open doors;

by your grace lead me through them.

For every door is your eye

and every path is the palm of your hand.

__________________

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

so I stand at the threshold

of everything new

looking for the key

to the open front door

I stand at the edge

of all that I am

wanting what could be

instead of what is

afraid of not knowing

yet knowing I know

cause I’ll never walk alone

The best is yet to come

🚪

I will not die an unlived life.

I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.

I choose to inhabit my days,

to allow my living to open me,

to make me less afraid,

more accessible,

to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing,

a torch,

a promise.

I choose to risk my significance;

to live

so that which came to me as a seed

goes to the next as a blossom

and that which came to me as a blossom,

goes on as fruit.

🍇🍎🍏🍊🌽🍒🍓🍋🍉🍑

Dawna Markova

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30 Jun 2016

we are forces of nature

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“Even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me” (Psalm 139:10).

You look for Me. But you don’t need to look far.
Oh, trust Me. Trust Me: when I say I am with you, nothing can separate you from my love. This is true.
Come deeper.
Drink of these roots that do more than sustain. Yes, they hold you up. Yes, they let you reach high, to a new place, with Me. Yes, they give you courage, knowing you are held, knowing you will not topple. The stream that nourishes you will never run dry.
You do not do the planting in the best soil. That is for Me to do. You do not decide the weather—whether the sun will shine or rain will fall. You do not know when storms will bend your branches, the wind whipping off your leaves. You do not know when a branch will need to be cut, a root adjusted, fertilizer poured in and mixed with rich soil.
I am the one who cares for you, my love. I am the one who bends low, my hand upon you, my breath the sweet aroma of your soul.
Come, child. I take your concerns. I’ve got you.
I’ve got you.
I see you and care for you. You are growing.
You are becoming more and more yourself.
Oh, how I love to tend to you and be with you! You are the one for whom I bend low and you see Me.
I am so close.

💞

Loop

http://www.gatherministries.com/loop

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