You are mysterious

Ecola Beach, Oregon

As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed[a] in a mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things. Ecclesiastes 11:5

Your works are mighty and incomprehensible.  How vast your work is in the lives of all your children.  Your love for all is deep and covers the expanse of humanity on this earth.  Your heart breaks for man, aching for them to know you.  You see man in his plight, in his spinning and long for him to turn to you so that he will find rest.

You are mysterious.  Your work in my life is sure and pointed, like a surgeon with his scalpel, you slice away all that is not of you.  You heal each wound with your salve of grace and deep rest.  You cover me with your blanket of peace.  My heart is still, I pray, beating in unison with yours.

I lean into your breast for respite and restoration — all the dead and blackened areas of my life exposed to your careful cutting.  You are gentle in your ministrations, yet persistent and resolute.

Your goal is to perfect and mature me as your bride.  You want me bound up in you — in your goodness and love.

Only you can break wide the fetters that have held me in captivity, leaving me bare and vulnerable, but ready for new life.

Take me Lord.  I am yours.  Love me with the full might of your power.  Turn me inside out with the warmth of your gaze and the sweetness of your wind.


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