Monday, February 17, 2014


In the rare, quiet of the morning, You are there.

When I mourn with crying babies, You hold me as I hold them.

When I cannot face the day or when I long for morning, You understand. 

In the midst of chaos, in the midst of tears, You see me. 

When I cannot see past right now, You see it for me. 

You rejoice with me on the good days. 

On days we fight Sandbox demons and overwhelming diagnoses, You fight with us. 

When the Village falls apart, You pick me up.  

You are a God of love over judgment; joy over anger; peace over condemnation. 

When I am worn, You are not.

When the world ignores, You see me.

When I feel forgotten, You remember me.

When I am unloveable, You love me. 

In my weakness, You are strong.

When I have nothing left to believe in, I believe in You.