Thursday, April 7, 2011

All-good gifts.

Oh God, God,
why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell
if it is now doomed to crawl back—to be sucked back—into it? (CSL, A Grief Observed)

Teach me, Father
to accept all from your hand as good.
Perfect, even.

Teach me to give it all,
and re-receive Your gifts again
 from the nail-scarred hands of Christ.

For everything, and everyone
that You give and take away,
blessed be the name of the LORD.

Thank You, for I am not abandoned.

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