Jessica L. Morris

Remembering You and then forgetting again and again and again… Oh, how it illustrates so clearly Isaiah’s words* – for truly I say to You: if You had forgotten me only once I would have walked away forever. *See Isaiah 55:6-9 Painting, Isaiah 55:6 Our Intimacy With God – His Highest Priority, by Mark Lawrence

I am waiting waiting for the Love of Youmy Lord – as You have waited all my lifefor my meager loveto returnto you.How humble and grateful I am now – in this fifty-sixth season of waiting waiting for the Love of Youmy Lord – for the one, or the many, or the few who created…

I cannot experience eternal peace with God in Heaven if I do not have the beginnings of internal peace here on earth. I cannot sense internal peace here on earth if I do not have the courage to face the fear within myself. I cannot muster the courage to face the fear within myself if…

Truth is hard to come by. For thousands of years, prophets have been slain forIt; so who dares speak It? I suppose, only those whose lives It has saved. *Painting by Nikolai Ge (1890)

What if I show up again and offer more?What if I run when I’m too tired to walk?What if I always say yes even when everything inside me screams no?ORWhat if I stop trying so damn hard and simply surrender?

Here, it is so dark even in opening my eyes I cannot see me or anything else and especially not God. This world within the world** from which only I can break free – but how? Here,my feet are shackled to pain my arms weighed heavily with worry; this world within the world** that I…

The suffocating piles of debris – you know – shame, guilt, deceit – only thrivewith your assistance.So first,stop adding blame. Then commit to the workof donating it alltogoodwill – all the while refrainingfrom that which contributed to the mess.Soon,there will come a clearingwhere you will findthe hidden chambers of your heart able to breathe freelyandopen…

Am I my soul……or is my soul me? Contemplate the question if you must ……but don’t forget to invite Godto the conversation. The Compass to the Soul, by Catherine Foster: https://www.catherinefostersart.com/art/the-compass-to-the-soul/229276

I prayed for you today, remembering the image of your tiny fingers clutching your mother’s sleeve while your eyes darted sadness and terror through a lens so broken it’s a miracle the picture was even born. What I thought my prayer might accomplish, I do not know, but I prayed anyway, knowing your fate was…