I used to imagine God as an angry Dad.
All I saw was that I'm infinitely bad.
Where is good news when I feel like God's biggest disappointment.
What I really need is to feel God's healing ointment.
I now see God as a loving Mother holding His child.
With outstretched arms and hands soft and mild.
Now all of life no longer seems familiar.
God's strange love makes me no longer feel like a failure.
God's tender motherly arms surround and hold me.
His tender mercy and love I know is the key.
God's presence is like a canopy over my soul.
My heart is now full where there was once a hole.
(written on Mother's Day 2015)
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