When I said yes to you then, it wasn't on a whim.
You didn't shelter me from the cost, nor from the beauty of living life daily with you. A friend reminded me recently that while we know our bodies carry the weight of our histories, our bodies are also crafted to bear glory, God's glory. Yes, the death and hardship are real and, yes, the resurrection and the life are, too. This kind of letting someone in is a commitment to vulnerability, to "search me and know me." It is a choice to let my heart be softened every day to what you have to say, to your thoughts, to your questions, a choice not to be defensive towards you. "Do not be in a hurry to leave the king's presence." In fact, I need not ever leave. You are always here with me and somehow your nearness is not smothering, it is a widening of my eyes and ears and arms and heart to love others as you love me. Comments are closed.
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