When we go looking for Life
We find Love
And where Love is
God is present
And where God is preset
We find His invitation to receive Love
That is so freely offered

Wouldn’t you know
The corner of the room catches my eye
By our Fiddle Fig
The window’s shadow makes a cross

God whispers,
Where there is Life
Is My Love

Freedom comes not through striving, earning or pleasing our way toward Him
Rather by curling up in our present messy state and accepting

This is the way we begin the week

God, help us look for Life
Only to find Your Love.

Amen.

BJP