Follow The String

Sometimes I imagine that carry a ball of string with infinite threads that I wrap around everyone I meet, then they take it on their own way. We are all intertwined through these connections. Last summer, I took the spiderweb to Kenya, and passed it off to some beautiful people. Come on in. Watch it grow. Help me learn something.

8.17.2006

You are mine.

Along with the Thursday funniness, I thought you might need something soothing too.

A while back, I heard about a site called Sacred Space. Run by the Irish Jesuits, it's a space that is breathtakingly simple and beautiful. On days where I need a timeout at work, or an affirmation, it always seems to deliver. Strange how God does that.

Today's prayer cycle is particularly healing and begins with something I just wanted to pass along as an affirmation.

When God looks at me, he desires me and is saying:
You are desirable.
I made you good.
I want you.

God sees me as his daughter or son, whom he loves.

He says:
You are mine.
His gaze says:
I delight in you.

Can I accept this gaze of love?
Or do I run back into disapproval?

His gaze is like sunshine.

Can I rest in it,
bask in it,
until I am bathed by the Holy Spirit?

How healing.

I know we all need to hear these truths more often. That's why I try so hard to make the people I love abundantly clear that I love them implicitly, no matter what.

Today's soundtrack: You Are Mine - MuteMath - Album: MuteMath

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