Weave Into Me
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A Prayer for Today

Lord Jesus, weave into me. Leave your trace elements like minerals feeding my soul. I ram and rake, pushing through the thistle-brush of the daily muck. Pride does not scribble. It writes through me, and on me, in the cuts of self-sufficiency.

Give me heavenly bread. I want to believe in the magic food of wilderness. For my flesh bleeds, and my body aches—such is life lived unto the self.

I eat you, my bread and portion. You trace into me and weave light-erasing-guilt. Now I can breathe. I can cling and sing to you. Amen. 

Verses for Reflection

Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever believes has eternal life. I am the bread of life. Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, and they died. This is the bread that comes down from heaven, so that one may eat of it and not die. —John 6:47-50 (ESV)

Tim's authored four books, including Longing For More: Daily Reflections on Finding God in the Rhythms of Life. He and his wife, Christine, co-founded The Edges and live in Charlotte, North Carolina with their three pixie-daughters. Sign-up here to follow their work.