Daughter, look up.
The King is out on the waters before you. He is unwaveringly patient and whole. Do you doubt his authenticity? He is not sign or symbol: He is the real thing. Reach and you will find him tangible. Hold fast to him and be held in his capable arms. Listen and you will hear the resonance of his voice. Sing your heart song in harmony to his melody. He is always worthy. He is an absolute. All of creation testifies to his beauty. All of creation flows from his generosity. All of creation responds to him with awe. Daughter, look up, respond to him. Let your heart respond to him honestly, The gracious King who moves towards you, The present King who is unafraid and wholly unashamed to call you his beloved, The steadfast King who holds a joy unchanging. Daughter, look up, respond to him. He is not far off. He is not hidden in a cloud. No tomb can contain him, but any garden can, The God-Man whose laugh births abundance. Trust the ways he plants, waters, weeds, prunes, and harvests. Trust the ways he prepares the feast and ages the wine for the cup of redemption. Trust his ways. Trust him. Trust him. Daughter, trust him. He is trustworthy. Comments are closed.
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