I wonder what You see, my Father. What are You making that the smile on Your face is so bright, so constant? Your faithfulness is famous, Your extravagance notorious; Your love is marvelously documented from now backwards through to Creation. You are "able to do infinitely more than [I] can ask or even imagine." I can't imagine. I try. You laugh.
This heart of mine is torn, but still I feel Your peace, because I can see Your grin. I know You are doing this; the result of going through this time, the joy You are giving, the gift You are making and sending my way even now, will be amazing. I can't see how all these things mesh - they are separate, opposites, in my eyes. This is my heart.
Be loud for me. Keep me in You. Hold tight.
What do You see? Make it. "Amen".
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