July 10/11... journal entry.

   How is she this morning Jesus?

   I don't see her at the window but both our windows have remained open all night. The morning air is brisk but is laced with morning blossoms and newness. I breathe in deep as I scan the buildings and the streets for her. But inside I know she is still in the room, hopefully, curled up sleeping. My mind wants to bound and skip ahead but I reign it in, lol, and look up at You. You are standing beside the window now. I look around the room we are in and interestingly there are only 2 pieces of furniture, a couch and a huge comfy arm chair. There are a few candles here and there that have obviously been burned almost to the end. A blanket lays recklessly off the end of the couch and really that is all. As our eyes meet I see that gleam and it makes me smile I can't wait to hear what You are thinking.
   I know this may seem odd to ask and I really think I'll understand both ways but am I allowed a hug when we are here for her? I mean I am in Your presence which is an unimaginable and rich a gift as anything... huh... it makes me think of the prodigal son's brother. He didn't even see the blessing of his life lived and working alongside his father. His blessing was so far reaching and all he'd ever really known that he didn't even see it anymore and literally begrudged his brother's return and susequent acceptance ... and even though his brother was restored to his father the issues and consequences of his life would still have to be worked through and dealt with. That also makes me think of the woman who wept and kissed Your feet wiping them with her hair and You asking who would love You more, the one whom had many sins forgiven or just a few ... perhaps it is the now fervored love of one restored that reignites the one that has remained in Your bosom ... challenging us to open our eyes anew and really see what is happening, where we are existing, whose home we live in.