“For who is God except the LORD? And who is a rock besides our God?” (Psalm 18:31)
God, you are like water- present in all living things, surrounding us at birth, above us, below us, besides, within.
Holy Parent, you are like the scent of cinnamon and vanilla- comforting, pervasive, overwhelming, mouth-watering, magnetic.
Spirit of Hope, you are like calculus- mysterious, enigmatic, amazing when understood, an explanation for how things work, essential, but just beyond my grasp.
Jesus, you are my brother- teaching, teasing, wrestling, hide-and-seek, companion of long nights, fellow traveler, of the same stuff as me and yet even more. Even when I don’t speak to you, I cannot undo that I am your family.
Amen.
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Love this, Julia! After emailing the prompt, I wrote a reflection on faithfulness.
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