Raining Grace

Wet and welcome is the rain falling outside my window today. Our ground has been dried hard for a long time – thirsty and waiting for this shower of grace to tumble from the sky.

I know what it feels like to be thirsty and waiting. Desperate with the arid sense of emptiness that wearies the soul.

Yet much like the rain that is gently dripping down my window, refreshing and refilling come. They always do.

Maybe not on my timetable and maybe not before some things dry hard and appear dead but in His perfect time grace falls gently and steadily.

So this day Lord, I stand in the rain with arms wide open and rejoice in the abundant gifts that fall gently from Your hands.

© A Sacred Longing 2009-2012

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© A Sacred Longing 2009-2012

Holy Saturday

This day I wait uneasy.

I am suspended between the fierceness of Good Friday and the glory of Resurrection Sunday.

Uncomfortable

Expectant

Still shaking from the “Goodness” of yesterday, I am forced to linger here. 

Between the echoes of pounding nails and the shouts of an empty tomb,

Between the power and the promise,

I wait.

Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world

Have mercy on me

© A Sacred Longing 2009-2012

Good Friday Reflection

Breathing is hard. 

With the weight of all that is falling on His shoulders standing is difficult 

but stand He must – for us.

We caused this moment. 

Our sins heaped upon Him hard and heavy.  

Dark and bloody they drip over His being. 

He gasps and falls. 

They jeer.

He stands. 

They mumble.

With each strike of the hammer tearing into flesh, 

He willingly takes what isn’t His. 

It is ours.

Marring His beauty with our filth, 

it scars His body and sears our souls.

If you close your eyes, do you see it?

Can you smell the blood, the sweat?

Do you hear Him struggle for His every breath?

For you, for me…

He suffered and died.

Fierce grace.

© A Sacred Longing 2009-2012