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)

Timothy Willard loves to sit with his wife by the bonfire and make up stories about Tom the Backyard-Badger for his three lovely daughters. When he's not carving up the Appalachian Mountains on his Salsa El Mariachi, you can find him busy writing a book, collaborating on a book, or reading a book written by someone dead and gone. Timothy studied beauty in the works of C.S. Lewis under theologian Alister McGrath. The author of five books, including Veneer: Living Deeply in a Surface Society (Zondervan), Timothy is currently finishing The Life-Changing Adventure of Chasing Beauty (Eerdmans, 2019), preparing his doctoral thesis for publication, and trying to find a publisher for his first novel The Tempest and the Bloom. He lives somewhere in the south Charlotte woods.