Thursday, December 9, 2010

Untitled 9

Be at rest, o my soul.
Quiet down.
Slow down inwardly and wait.
Breathe.
Trust.

Rest.

Your ways are higher than mine.
You are so good - even in the midst of
what seems bad.

Trust. I remind myself of all that You
have done.

May I learn to give thanks in unrequited
desire.



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