You call out to me
Dear heavenly Lord,
Your firm, gentle hand guides me. I lose my way, sometimes very far.
Your Scriptures call out to me.
Each letter, every verse full of your love, calling me back home.
And again I discover the small flower of my faith in a valley of desolation.
The Word feeds my soul.
My heart sings and soars when I hear your voice.
You care for me, teach me, comfort me.
The Word lives and cries out to me, saying,
“I am here.
You are mine.
And I am yours.
Rest child.
Rest in my loving grace.
Regain your strength.
Do not be afraid.
You are not alone.”
The Word is Christ alive in me.
Always there, faithful.
Always there, giving me a place to rest.
A place to live.
A place called home. Amen 🙏
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