I have nothing to bring you, Lord,
after 63 years of raising a family, of ministry
nothing
empty- handed
empty
except my faith
battered and worn.
I'll take it
a living sacrifice, wholly, acceptable
You see this as nothing.
I see it as everything.
I've been knitting a lot of late. The project I am working on presented more challenges than I expected. The stitches are small and Ive strained to find my way when taking them out several times to correct mistakes.
My soul work has been a lot like my knitting. Focused, discouraging, starting again, keep moving.
