Grace Amazing
Amazing is your grace
My Spirit is rising
Your thoughts of me perfect
My response inadequate
Is that not grace
Lifting inadequacy
Above life’s very depths?
Grace amazing!
Unlove
Can anything hurt more?
Nature abhors a vacuum
Feeling unloved
Centers the vacuum in the pit
Of your stomach
Can there be anything worse
Than the pain of rejection
That claws at the vast
Feeling of nothingness
Inside
Let It Be
You are my Mighty Counselor.
Thank You for making it possible for me to discover You.
Thank You for teaching me your ways.
Thank You for teaching me to find joy in the waiting.
Thank You for showing me how not to fear my fears so much.
Thank You for spending time with me.
Thank You for showing me that everything is going to be alright
I was brought up in a staunch religious world being taught that my religion was the best one, the true one. I was brought close to the altar serving Mass at the age of 5 or 6. I memorized Latin. The first two words | learned in Latin were. “Ad Deum” or ” To God Who is hey joy of my youth”. Ad Deum qui laetificat, juventutem meam, meaning “To God Who is the joy of my youth”. That was many years ago. Since then, my life has been indelibly affected by “the church”. For years, I hardly asked questions about what it all meant. It was so illustrious and mysterious to me that I just followed.