Speak to me, God, in the nooks and crannies of my life. We are all made by God and for God. We are called by God to be who and what we are, person, son, daughter, sister, brother, wife, husband, mother, father, friend, colleague, team-mate; the list is endless. We are in relationship with each other. This is our calling, our vocation. Sometimes we may feel adrift on the ocean of existence
butalways we are afloat on the life-raft of God's love. God knows, and therefore understands, every nuance of our nature. There are times when I feel a frisson of fear, but there's no place so dark that God is not near.
To all the problems that I see the answer is humility.
This may not be true but I do like the rhyme,
Could it be true perhaps?
If I could work harder at it, it might solve some of mine!
My being is within your being. I am held as in a cradle. I am only a speck of dust, but I am your speck of dust and therefore infinitely precious to you. You are the God of love, You are love. Love is the fabric of the universe.
All creation is interdependent, related, connected. "No man is an island" We are as pebbles, tumbled and jostled in the river of life; our rough and jagged edges gradually smoothed away. God, you are the fabric of my being. You are the language of love.
God is the personification of love and truth. Our bodies are the sacred shells of our souls. We are all cogs in the great wheel of life. However small or faulty, we are, each one of us, intrinsically vital, unique and irreplaceable. Cauterise and circumcise my heart. You, God, are the all-pervading presence of love, joy and peace.
That we are all still imperfect, and yet so beloved by God, is proof of the all-encompassing compassion of God's grace. Let us be dignified and humble in that knowledge. Our bodies should be the servants of our souls and not the masters. To raise the lowly and humble the proud are equal acts of love in God's sight. God wants to be our comforter. God is the ultimate dimension which surrounds and enfolds all of space and time.