Is there a small, dark piece in you that smells dry and hopeless. Untouched for too long? Ignored? A place too still to notice anymore?
Tug on that friendless place Dearheart. Knead the sad place. Make it sound out and moan. Because when we open the door to the deadish-forgotten, the Master Creator moves in as if invited with warm welcome.
Tilt your head a bit Beloved.
Open your fingers, open your fists, open your arms.
Ask the God who heals you to move on in.
‘The Lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. He fulfills the desires of those who fear him; he hears their cry and saves them’. (Psalm 145:18, 19 NIV)