More from the Quiet Day

Broken Record

Grandparenting God,
You see our sin as
symptomatic stutter,
self-effacing struggle
to ignoreMichael
the confounding reality
of Your willful
vulnerability:

"I love you
because I can't do
anything else.
I made you,
every last part of you:
all that's hidden
and all that's revealed,
all that's muddled
and even all that's clear.
You are,
at the risk
of repeating Myself,
dear to Me.
You are precious
in My eyes
because...
just because
you are Mine.
That's enough for Me.
And it will have to do
for you.

Wrestle with it
until you get tired
and then relax
and give in.
Take a deep breath
and enjoy."