Travelling so far…weary and cold, the three wise men continued their journey to find the King that held their hearts.
He rested, they had heard, beneath the star filled sky, with One brilliant Morning Star to mark His arrival.
They longed to lean into Him, to hold Him close, and bow low at the foot of the manger. Bringing gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh…sacred symbols…their treasures would be offered to the King bound to die for love…., the nail scarred baby anointed with the gifts that they brought to Him…
Their hearts were consumed with love for the baby in the manger…the King that they sought after for all of their lives!
They had finally found Him, resting in the arms of His beloved Mother…, rocking and singing softly to Him.
Jesus…the King, the Promised One, The Savior, The Joy of their Hearts
The end of a long journey and the beginning of a new life…
Filled to overflowing, they began the journey home, hearts on fire with Love, His Love…
Being warned in a dream not to return to the deceiver who wanted only to destroy You,
they travelled by another route…different always…the road not taken by most…
To share their JOY with those who would honor and cherish it.
And, because of their protection and defense…of You, the hateful and power hungry deceiver brought about the deaths of so many wee ones…
Just as the dawn was rising, in the Morning Sky, I began to pray to You,
My One Love Jesus, Savior, Beloved, Redeemer…. Yet…,weak as I am , I was distracted by a notice… a Decree resting on the counter, in the form of a bill to a laboratory…
Declaring that once again, the ugliness of the abuse and subsequent high risk HPV and pre cancer cells had to be faced…like the deceiver who was so threatened by You, and needed to destroy You .
Branded…I am scarred and the scars just wont go away….
I cling to You and to the dream that saved me…,that he could hurt by body, but never touch my soul…that I belonged to You, and nothing he could do to me would ever change that…
I was and am your wee one…your beloved, your peacemaker…burning with Your peace in my heart.
And yet…at this moment, I feel broken, damaged, tainted, and scarred…
The priest at Holy Mass this morning, spoke of the gifts of the the three kings…
Gold-the goodness of Abba Father
Frankincense-the Gift of Prayer
Myrrh-the ancient healing oil, taken from the wood of the tree, that not only heals wounds, but removes scars as well.
Abba Father, I cling to baby Jesus, on this the Feast of the Epiphany…Your face, in His face, heart on fire with the Holy Spirit of Love.
I offer to You Jesus , the Frankincense of my heartfelt prayer…
My One Love Healer, Savior King, Redeemer…
Hope and Glory,
Grace and Gift
JOY
Myrrh…the healing ointment of Your love for me…feeling the safety of Your nail scared hands around my scarred, broken body…
Knowing that with YOUR LOVE for me, I can be healed…
I am healed and whole and clean in You…
That my soul remains untouched…because of your dying love for me.
And in Your Rising, Morning Star…
You capture my heart as You did the three wise men of old….
And You take my hand and travel with me by a route, not taken by most…
And You whisper to me…
You are safe! I will keep You safe!
BE HEALED
Rest in my heart as I rest in yours…
My wee one, hear the gentle whisper as I draw you close to me…
You are my Beloved.
Everything is Grace, and Gift, my sweet wee one!