…circumstance causing certain gratitude
On the way home from retreat…part of me is clinging so tightly to what I fear may be left behind my fingernails are bloody.
She puts a dollop of ice cream in her coffee, sits and prays with the birds, and the day breaks open, with her heart, with her consent, again.
The words “I Love You” wash over me and through me and in me…and I cannot distinguish which one of us is speaking, God or me…
Jesus smiled at me, totally tender, loving, and trusting…and said, “Thank you my love, each time you pray, it feels like Christmas to me.”