How much more

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                     There are a couple thousand of you. I only know a few. But you whom I do know, I always think of you as I write, sometimes quite individually. Some of you are thousands of miles away, and I can't know what your day was like yesterday, what hopes or dreads awoke with you today. But I close my eyes and think of you, and I write. And if I, who am riddled with fears and desires and cowed by my sad, desperate ego, can think of you even this little, how much more the One who is closer to you than your blood, who knows why the tears comes to your eyes before you begin to feel, who loves you so madly as to surrender the whole universe to be with you, even at your foulest— how much more the Beloved holds you close, and does nothing without the deepest mindfulness of you. How much more lovingly the Beloved looks at you, turns the page to a new day, smiling quietly, and begins to write.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net

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