Cradled In His Arms

The readings at Mass today undid me. Job had the worst luck and the greatest faith. After receiving the Eucharist I went back to my pew to pray. Today was one of those days when I didn't have any words to say - I just told God I was open to hearing. The picture that came into my head was of Jesus cradling my head on his breast and holding me close. For once I let myself be held and loved without resistance. It was good, tears and all.