Sunday meditation
September 28, 2014 § Leave a comment
I love that You call me friend. I feel strange saying it back to You, though. It feels like calling my parents by their first names: they can do it to me, but not I to them. Still, You do call me friend, and I want the closeness of a friendship with You. A friend has the best interest of the other, for their sake, at heart.
Well, You know full well how I don’t believe You have my best interest at heart. It’s a difficult question for me: was it my desire that opened a space in my heart for You to enter, or You that created the space and entered? Or both?
Manna – the food of mystery. I eat the mystery, and am filled even in the unknown. I forget your blessings so easily! I forget that You hold me in the palm of Your hand.
You give me grace upon grace, and I snatch them up, forget, and say, “Why have You given nothing?”
elizabeth hamilton 
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