I want you to know I’m praying for you if you are like Tamar, struggling with infertility, or a miscarriage.
I want you to know that I’m praying for you if you are like Rachel, counting the women among your family and friends who year by year and month by month get pregnant, while you wait.
I want you to know I’m praying for you if you are like Naomi, and have known the bitter sting of a child’s death.
I want you to know I am praying for you if you are like Joseph and Benjamin, and your Mom has died.
I want you to know that I am praying for you if your relationship with your Mom was marked by trauma, abuse, or abandonment, or she just couldn’t parent you the way you needed.
Continue reading “A Prayer for All Women on Mother’s Day …”
Let the rain come and wash away
the ancient grudges, the bitter hatreds
held and nurtured over generations.
Let the rain wash away the memory
of the hurt, the neglect. Continue reading “A Prayer for the World …”
Fear is the cheapest room in the house
I would like to see you living
In better conditions,
For your mother and my mother
I know the Innkeeper
In this part of the universe.
Get some rest tonight,
Come to my verse again tomorrow.
We’ll go speak to the Friend together.
I should not make any promises right now,
But I know if you pray
Somewhere in this world-
Something good will happen.
God wants us to see
More love and playfulness in your eyes
For that is your greatest witness to Him.
Your soul and my soul
Once sat together in the Beloved’s womb
Your heart and my heart
Are very, very old
— Hafiz (Your Mother and My Mother) from The Gift
Lord, my heart is not proud,
nor are my eyes haughty.
I do not pursue great things,
nor matters too lofty for me.
Rather I have stilled my soul,
calmed it like a hushed child.
Like a child in a mother’s arms,
so my soul within me.
— Psalm 131
God created you to love you. He holds you in a special place in His heart. He will love you for all eternity. If you wish to find lasting happiness, you must become a little child again, and open your heart to His love …