my daughter, my delight
(a paraphrase of proverbs 23.17-19, 26) Let not your heart grow restless where it sits, ill contented, envious over sinners who can go their own way by the light of their own eyes, who can run, run, run as if no one will catch them. They will be caught in fear of Him, who has captured you, too, the runaway who couldn’t run away far enough to outrun Him, nor fast enough to outrun His love. You continue in that fear, that sweet divine love-trap that enwraps you. You live in light of His love, you saint, run in His love, not away from it. “I know your feet are tired, unsure of this unsteady path. And your hands are weary, as they seem to beat against the wind, finding no firm place to hold. “Remember my promise, my promise to make you my gold. See on its surface engraved these covenant words— ‘Surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off .’” Surely there are still, yes, even now, fa...