God is the rose of immense beauty we behold -- we glimpse, then turn away because we feel ashamed. Yet, the rose of beauty that is God's love is for us.
Because we may feel unworthy of God's love, we run, hiding amongst the thorns and stones.
Yet, God follows after us in love, peering through the holes in the shack where we may hide. God is there, ever calling out to -- to love and be loved.
Dear God, you wait for me to return home to your love like a wayward son. You celebrate, picking up my tired body. You carry me through the gate, and your banner over me is love.
In love, you strengthen and nourish me with the raisins and apples that are the fruits of your Spirit.
Lord, protect me as I rest in your arms so I may rise and say I love you too.
Amen.
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