The God Who Comes


God always comes to be born anew in our hearts.

I can trust that He will come.
For He comes even on a  frosty whisper,
Lighting the darkness with pinpoints of hope
Just as the stars appear each dark night.
He will come, in spite of myself;
His arrival does not depend on my preparations.
Only that I wait expectantly in the dark.
If I open my inner stable door, He will come like a tiny child
Silently slipping into the open spaces in my heart.   continue reading

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