Directly from His hand who cherished her
before she came to be, the simple soul
comes forth just like a little baby girl
Who cries and laughs and doesn't know a thing
save that, moved by her Maker, by her joy,
she willingly turns to all that makes her sing.
Innocently she tastes the savor of
some lesser good, then chases it, deceived,
unless some rein or guide direct the love.
~From Dante's Purgatory
Rather than turning towards all that makes me sing, I pray that I will learn to run towards the One who gave me a voice to begin with. May the Word of the Lord that is sharper than a double-edged sword and the Holy Spirit who is omnipotent be the reins that direct my love.
Today is the first day it has genuinely felt like fall, and I looove it. The crisp, cool air, colors of pumpkin and fire-engine red, warm, snuggly sweaters, and hot chocolate next to the fire. A season of change. God has been changing me a lot lately. I pray that the changes are as refreshing to others as the coming of fall is to me. Love you all!
1 comment:
Wow.............I wish I could say that. If I did I would be lying.
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