When the tide turns
and the blessings mount into
And further beseeching
leaves the mouth desert dry
no need to ask for more
I am left with a single prayer-
Let it be me, God, Let it be me
who is the slingshot of Your giving
We moved into our new home this week. AS we sat around our table, having a family chat, I could not help but think how blessed we are. As I told me stepchildren, the back-end of receiving such blessings is to turn them around and put them back out into the world.
May we honor the blessing of our new home with such an act of care – and slingshot our blessing far and wide.