You brought me to your cross, to your suffering. I felt your love even then, poured out for us all. I wept, I knelt, I stood, I called to you. My only thought was to comfort you, to let you know I was there, to tell you that I love you. I stayed until the vision faded and you spoke: “This is how I was with you in your suffering— holding you, loving you, protecting the … [Read more...] about Your Suffering

You knelt beside me in my times of darkness pouring Yourself— Love, Life— into me. I had thought you left me, but you did not. When the time came for me to re-member the darkness, you allowed me to re-member you as well. You knelt beside me and your love— brighter than all the darkness— filled me. ------ Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord … [Read more...] about Re-membered

Sometimes I feel your hand on me, resting on my shoulder while I sit at my work, or on my head as I fall asleep. I love your hand on me. You comfort me with your presence. You center me in your love. You strengthen me with your joy. I love your hand on me. ------ Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. My soul clings to you, your right hand upholds … [Read more...] about Your Hand On Me

“I am your Mother” Your words fell like sweet rain into the barren caverns of my motherless grief. “I am the One who gave you life; who sustains you. I am the One who feeds you, who comforts you, who nurtures you. I am the One who loves you and who has always loved you. I am your Mother.” Mother God? Help me. I do not know you this way. Mother. God. ------ Can a … [Read more...] about Mother God

I sat alone, thinking about you when I sensed you kneeling in front of me. My response was like Peter’s: “Lord, it is I who should...” but I saw the joy on your face. Jesus, you are divine, yet you call yourself my brother and kneel before me, a Joyful Servant. I want to receive this gift from you. Jesus, I want be like you. Teach me to kneel in joy with you before all … [Read more...] about Joyful Servant

You, God, are the vulnerable One. I am creature, child. Yet my heart is rock hard in places. While your heart— your heart is liquid love and longing. You hold nothing back. ------ How often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings but you would not. Matthew 23:37 From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan … [Read more...] about Vulnerable One

You hold me gently, allowing me to be a child. Allowing me to not understand, to say “it is too hard for me.” Allowing me to say “I need you” all the time. You hold me securely, allowing me to be a child. Allowing me to love you— sweet innocence restored. Allowing me to feel myself tenderly loved by you. You hold me always, allowing me to be a child. Allowing me to be alive, … [Read more...] about You Hold Me