Lately my mind has been coming back to this image of Jesus holding me like a lamb against His chest, listening to His heartbeat. With my heart torn and my mind spinning last week, I walked into mass and just asked Jesus to hold me like that lamb, because sometimes it just feels like I can’t handle anything more. Being so close to Him would calm my own heart, my breath, and I would be within inches of His voice so I could hear him clearly.
Give Him permission to carry you.
Jesus, thank you for your gentleness and strength to carry me and hold me close.
I am grateful you see me and find me in my hard feelings, helping me to keep my heart from hardening.
I need you. Carry me, let me hear the beats of your heart, the whispers of your voice.
Fill me with confidence that I am not alone and everything does not depend on me.
Thank you for calling me yours. Amen.
My Heart, My Home 