Come Back

  ruminations from 6/5/23

You say come, "come to me like a little chick to a mother eagle. I will cover you."

You say "come to me my weary and thirsty ones. Come back to your loving Fathers' arms."

Oh Lord the ache these empty arms feel with longing to hold and commune with my beloveds. My heart cries comeback from your wondering journeys. Your bruises and woundings need tending. Oh, the privilege to be able to be the one to contend for you and comfort you. Comeback cries my mamma's heart. OH, Abba what does your heart cry to your sojourning lost ones? How do you bear the pain, the aches, the longings?