This, Anna. I have thought so much about these scenes of feeding in Scripture. I think of them as the better alternative to "self-care..." receiving the care of God.
This is going into my collection of poetry that has walked with me through the valley of the shadow of death these last few years, giving language to my lament when my own mind can’t.
Anna!! My favorite verse ever!! I love it! I feel so plagued by trauma ever since I was little from a maniacal mom...I found others to perpetuate her stories to me and feel I'm demoniac in my mind all too often in terrors and fears of who she screamed I am. Yet here he is. Offering rest if ill just ask for help, or rather, stop. Drop. And eat. His warm fresh bread. And drink. And sleep. Oh my again! How I love you and your heart and gifted ess shared to mine! Thank you!!!
"bread, yourself"
This, Anna. I have thought so much about these scenes of feeding in Scripture. I think of them as the better alternative to "self-care..." receiving the care of God.
Thank you so much Anna, this is an invitation to go deeper still.
Yes, exactly. Thank you, Heidy
Just wow. ♥️
I'm looking forward to the rest of this series. This beginning is deeply evocative, a breath-slowing pause.
This is going into my collection of poetry that has walked with me through the valley of the shadow of death these last few years, giving language to my lament when my own mind can’t.
So glad to be back around where I started with your poems, but another year closer to the ravens.
Anna!! My favorite verse ever!! I love it! I feel so plagued by trauma ever since I was little from a maniacal mom...I found others to perpetuate her stories to me and feel I'm demoniac in my mind all too often in terrors and fears of who she screamed I am. Yet here he is. Offering rest if ill just ask for help, or rather, stop. Drop. And eat. His warm fresh bread. And drink. And sleep. Oh my again! How I love you and your heart and gifted ess shared to mine! Thank you!!!