A Holy Week Prayer

Oh Jesus,

so much of me
seeks just
a bit of You,
to tentatively touch
the outer hem of Your garment,
to be
somehow filled
with Your never-ending love
and mercy
and grace.

But today I cannot see even Your hem.

All around me instead are
images of an indifferent disease
that is making us
a scared and sick
and dying people.

I feel helpless.
So disabled
and weak.

I know that, apart from You,
I am nothing.

In my despair, I turn away
when Your open arms
beckon me,


I am afraid.

How I long to fall
into the protection You offer!
I would willingly drown
in the peace
of all that is You.

Come. Come. Come.

who endured the cross
meant for me.

who embraced the disgrace
that was mine.

who bore the beating
and the ridicule
and the humiliation.

who once and forever
triumphed over
every ailment and disease,
and the death
of this world.


Do You earnestly invite me?

To the foot of Your cross?

To Your grave that lies open and empty?

Then I will not settle
for the slight touch of your hem,
for I can no longer be satisfied
with only
the tiniest bit of You.

I will lay down all of myself
at the foot of Your cross.
I will search with everything I have
until I find Your empty tomb.

And then,
oh then…
I will run with abandon
into Your flung-wide arms.









My Savior and my God.

Amen and Amen.


I am the resurrection and the life. 
He who believes in Me,
though he may die, he shall live.
And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die.
~ John 11:25-26 NKJV

We live by faith, not by sight.

~ 2 Corinthians 5:7

Though our celebration of Easter this year will look different, feel different, be different, our God is NEVER DIFFERENT. And Jesus’s death on the cross, His resurrection and our salvation do not change. May our praise to God this Easter be more earnest, more heart-felt, more passionate than ever before because we know this…

Christ is risen! He is risen indeed!

Live by faith in the One who does not change –
today is a good day!

~ Natalie

I am the clay


But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. ~ 2 Corinthians 4:7 NIV




I am the clay.

Endless potential, but not in my own hands.

Only in His.

He is the Potter.

The One who will shape me.

The Potter is making me into something He can use.

When I resist, I am hard and rocky, rough-edged – not useful for anything.

If left on my own, my boundaries would be shaped by my way, my plan, my ambition.

If I decide to be a bowl, giving no thought to the Potter, I will twist and warp myself into a very sorry, misshapen bowl, formed by my own ideas, worth nothing.

I do not have the hands of the Potter, the unlimited design skills and intricate plans He alone possesses.

Only when I offer to Him the clay that I am, can He knead and bend and shape me into a vessel He can use.

Everything that happens to me in this life is part of His molding process.

Sometimes He’s deeply kneading me and then decisively throwing me on the potter’s wheel to get rid of my cold, hard, sharp places.

But sometimes His touch is gentle, soulful, as He carefully smooths out my rough spots, while protectively guarding the unique shape He’s forming.

Both the tough and the tender are necessary, if I want to be a useable vessel of worth.

For this is His best.

This, the only way.

Because He is the Potter.

And I am the clay.


For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. ~ Eph. 2:10 NIV


Today is a GOOD day!


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