I am set with the seal of God…

I wrote this many years ago at a church quiet day at a nearby abbey.

I am set with the seal of God. Like a parcel – stamped; my destination and the name of the one sending me, written. All I have to do is be. He has done the rest.

I will travel through “the system” wrapped in his covering, his string “crossed” over me to keep me secure. I will not get lost, for he is my deliverer; the sender and the receiver. I am his. I am set with the seal of God.