Tuesday, June 03, 2014
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
For you did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received a spirit of adoption. When we cry, ‘Abba! Father!’ it is that very Spirit bearing witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs, heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ—if, in fact, we suffer with him so that we may also be glorified with him.
Why might I cry to you, Holy One? You don’t need my cries for you know all things and encompass me and all reality.
But I need to cry. My soul needs to call to you and to know that you are that cry, and we are not two but one, not separate but dwelling in union.
I need to know--and feel--this oneness in depth of awareness, or I am neither free nor human and joy is beyond my grasp. But then it always is.
Joy is your gift, the grace of Love’s presence filling the reservoir of soul with the cause of its hunger and satisfying its essential need.
So I cry to you in the morning hours, “Fill and complete me. Lift me to heights of knowing you, the Love who turns my cry of want to one of joyful fulfillment.”
Completion is the word that comes to mind. I yearn for the completion that only union with you brings. My soul is a reservoir for you, Soul of the Universe, fashioned as a proper home where your Spirit may dwell.
So this day let me find the right words, hear voices of grace and see beauty that stirs the heart. Let me feel the loving touch of human hands, see the sparkle of eyes truly alive and feel the warmth of welcome.
Touch me with life. Your Spirit in-dwells all these things, reaching out to fill my soul and give me wings that lift on the currents of Love.
This is my morning cry, Abba, Father, a cry that is You within this soul that wants more … of You. .
Pr. David L. Miller