Such A Gift

“Jesus,” she whispers.  It’s not the beginning of a prayer.  It’s the whole thing.  She whispers again, “Jesus.”

The room is cold.  The matt she is lying on is thin.  She pulls the threadbare blanket up under her chin, hugs her knees to her chest, and smiles.   Oh, she is rich!

“How can someone so small be given such a gift?” she wonders.   Think of it!  Queens have only pretty rags.  Princes have only tasty crumbs.  But she – a little liebling whom no one will ever notice – owns the world with one word.

“Jesus.”

Cherie D

Completion

There was nothing but God in the beginning, and it was perfect just like that. Yet, he made a hole in himself, removed his own rib, and made us. With that choice, he created – for the very first time – longing. For suddenly, he wanted. His heart would never be whole again until joined to us. Why would he choose to desire? Why would be abstain from wholeness, fasting from fulfillment, until reunited with his helpmate? So that we could know the pleasure he gave up – the pleasure of completion.

by Cherie D