"He gently leads those that have young." (Isaiah 40:11) Every selfless act that goes unnoticed, Every thought that adds to the mental load, Every tear that's shed in a heart that's yoked, Is all in the gaze of the One who beholds. The forgotten identity of your past self, The panic ignited by your child's cry, The endless monotonous daily tasks, Are never invisible to the Creator's Eye. When your weary heart is overwhelming you, When motherhood culture is condemning you, When

The One who made humanity, Mountains, oceans, galaxies, Auroras, black holes, gravity, Became an infant baby. The One who had an absence of need, Placed Himself in utmost dependence. Fragile enough to break and bleed, Nurtured and carried by Adam's descendants. The One who uttered the laws of science Deprived Himself the ability to speak. Pride didn't limit Him from reliance, Crying the sole way for help to seek. The One who is worthy of all our awe Wants us so much that He's

A seedling planted in the womb In dark of winter, hid from view. Inner turmoil and silent straining, No eye can see what soon will bloom. Suddenly a sprout breaks through; The evidence of growth in view. Spring, a time of budding life, And weariness being renewed. Summer brings a fuller flower, Growth points to a higher power. Hopefulness at what's to come, Anticipation of the hour. Now Harvest's fruit completes gestation; Plucked from its source in separation. Prepared to li

Hebrew word for "wind, breath, spirit" Ruach, the invisible energy Of wind empowering sails Of breath empowering song Of God, the Spirit...