Fill me with your love.
Pour into me your spirit.
Tell me my white pebble name again.
Help me thrive.
Help me know how to help others.
Thanks for gifting me with freedom.
Teach me how to offer comfort.
Show me how to love well.
Fix me in the broken places.
Discipline me with care and gentleness.
Put balm on the wounds.
Thank you for your kindness.
I love your tenderness towards me.
Sing me love songs.
Especially sing me love songs.
Dance with me.
Touch the bruised places.
Strengthen the weak spots.
Walk beside me.
Build muscles for the trip.
Take me in your lap.
Hold my face and tell me again. And again.
Whisker rub me.
Let me tangle my hands in your hair.
Hold my hand.
Swim down deep with me.
Mend my broken wing.
Let me fly, shine twinkle, soar, offer the real me again.
Swing with me.
Rock me in the hammock of your hand.
Garden walk with me.
Beach comb by my side.
Wipe my tears.
Let me see a smile crinkle your eyes.
Breathe for me when you leave me breathless.
Surprise me anew.
Wash me, scrub me, moisturize me everywhere-inside and out.
Give me every good thing you planned.
Help me see, notice better.
Stretch my capacity to receive it all.
Let me know how I can make you feel loved.
Tell me what makes your spirit burst with joy.
Whisper your favorite creation.
Let me learn how to please you, satisfy you, bless you.
Where is your sweet spot?
Can I comfort you?
Wipe your tears?
Wash your feet?
Your Mary, uncomfortable always in this very Martha world....