Bethesda refers to a reservoir, an empty container, a “house of mercy”. Likewise I want my words to be like empty containers, seeking healing for our raw and authentic human experience through stories, truth and honesty. May these words be empty, to be filled.
If you have forgotten to look into the mirror of your heart, or whatever you want to call it
as the whole universe changes, adapts, feel it give you a tap on the shoulder, whispering: ‘All shall be well.’
Come sit at His feet, let the fleeting moment feed you.
Find my way back to seeing for the first time, time and time again.
Like a child at the breast of her Mother, so you will be when you realize, there’s really no other.
Show me all that You see, like wading through an Art Gallery - You and me. We.
I might not change the world, but I’ll hold up a mirror
I pray that I will not occupy my mind with such fluff, that I come to miss the life-altering stuff.
Listen. Offer yourself to it, the Very whisper that called you to Existence... then love.
Simply caressing your cat, can make you meet up with God.
Don’t seek performance, seek to come to know the One who knows you, without pretense.
To be you, and put not one bit of pressure on yourself, to be more that what is expected. Be the container, He’ll be the sustainer.
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