Oh God, You hold the knowledge I don’t. You see far ahead of me, as You saw before my birth: You are truly the way, and I cling to You, my Path. In Your hands are my days, my loves, my tears and the abundant fruit, the inheritance You long for me to receive.   Father, I receive. I lift my hands now, empty of my past and my own wisdom, my unknowing. I lift them, relinquishing doubt, fear and unbelief.   To take hold of You is to grasp faith, to see the unseen. To know the truth and to walk in it. So I walk forward, one foot already touching the water, and I see You ahead of me.   I trust...

O God, Tend now to my dissonant heart with the calm of Your binding love. Submerge in its depths even loneliness, Secure in its faithfulness, peace. Outlast all my stubbornness with its longsuffering ease. Preserve, in my frailty, with its power and grace.   O God, tend my heart; its discord with holiness mend. Its darkness snuff out with the passion of Christ. Its sorrow comfort with the presence of hope. Its selfishness change with eternal life.   O God, Source of Love, of original grace! Tend to this heart as a Shepherd to sheep; with tender mercies and kindness, O God, my heart keep....

Thank You for choosing me, for loving me. Your love makes all the difference.   The distance between dusk and dawn, the reach from star to star— that’s how powerful Your love is. The gift of life from death, the offer of paradise over damnation— that’s how selfless it is.   Oh, Father, You held nothing back for me, not even Your Son, giving Him away as the Bridegroom of Dust, a Redeemer through His own blood.   Cleanse me of my selfishness, my focus on my own needs and desires. I surrender my life to You once again, wrapping myself in Your love, that I may have something beautiful and...

Father, How deep is Your love for Your daughters, both the married and the maidens, whether mothers or not. Thank You for creating us to partner with men in creating life, to help lighten their burdens and brighten the world with our feminine spirits.   Thank You for your great mercy poured over our broken world and flawed lives, for Your salvation that reaches into our incredible lost state and redeems us for Yourself. For Your Son, as part of His inheritance.   Today I ask You to encourage our hearts. Heal the places wounded by men or marriage, or the lack of both. Mend the father wounds...

It’s Labor Day, cloudy and full of rain-laden wind and the cooler weather I longed for it to bring this weekend.   It’s so appropriately wistful.   I’ve been reading Robert Frost this morning. His autumn poems seemed to blow in through my open windows, settling around my soul with fresh understanding. I love poets: They express so well feelings and moments that might otherwise go unexamined.   In my last blog I wrote about my long season of “in between,” a characteristic of September simply and beautifully expressed by my lovely late mother—who did not often put her own spirit’s poetry...