Monday, September 16, 2019

Found, again

‘Or what woman having ten silver coins, if she loses one of them, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? When she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, “Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost. (Luke 15:8-9)

Found, again

Sometimes I thank you for the damnedest things. And mean it.

Today, I thank you, O Lord, for all the things in my life that have made me a moody soul. I thank thee for all the people who have hurt me and forced me to feel my heart deeply. Thank you for the struggles and disappointments that sometimes make me sad and depressed.

Thank you for all of it. If I didn’t feel these things as I do, I would have sought you with less energy and resolve. I would have been content with average, with good enough. I would not have plumbed the depths of my soul to feel my need, and I would have missed the ecstasy and elation of knowing you, the Love who finds me in spite of myself.

You are Seeking Love, I proclaim again and again, always believing it is true, always aching to be found.

Then there is today, this very day when, amid the quagmire of emotion, you find me once more, and I thank you for who I am, for what this life has made of me, for all it—the good, the bad and the painful, for successes and failures, for rejections as well as the appreciation that have greeted me on the journey.

You find me in my darkness and tell me, again, that it is for a holy purpose, for the sharing of a very great love that you have made me as I am—weak, vulnerable, needy, attuning my senses to every expression of the Love you are, the Love who finds me, again and again. 

Thank you for being who you are … that I may be who I am. Yours.

Pr. David L. Miller