Good morning…
Wrapped beneath a cozy blanket, I nestle alone on the outdoor couch below our back porch. With my ear to my phone, I savor the four familiar voices on our monthly call. After the silence of our opening prayer, one friend reads aloud a poem. What a quietly transformational place to begin.
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Hide and Seek by Malcolm Guite
Ready or not, you tell me, here I come!
And I know I’m hiding, and I know
My hiding place is useless. You will come
And find me. You are searching high and low.
Today I am hiding low, down here, below,
Below the sunlit surface others see.
And here you come and here I come to you.
I come to you because you come to me.
You know my hiding places, I know you,
I reach you through your hiding places too;
Feeling for the thread, but now I see – – –
Even in the darkness I can see you shine
Risen in bread, and revelling in wine.
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Feeling for the thread, our ears grope to see. God is good, a hiding place in tough times. He recognizes and welcomes anyone looking for help, no matter how desperate the trouble (Nahum 1:7, MSG).
…Sue…
