Friday, July 27, 2018

Dear God,

No one comforts us like you.  In our distress you whisper our name, invite us into your arms and there you rock us back and forth, back and forth.  There you sing your song, the song of faith.

There are no arms to crawl up and into like yours.  There are no waiting arms like yours.  As we fall and hurt, you are first on the scene to tend to our wounds.  Your love reaches from heaven to earth where we are.  Comfort oozes from your mercy seat.

Thank you,
Blessed One,
for the gift
of your comfort.
Thank you
for blessing
like no one else.
Thank you
for faith
that reveals
your love.

Yours, Andrea