Jesus I can not start my day yet... I know I still want to hear from You.
And so I sit with You. Your hand in mine. It is curious, although it seems I am the one sitting beside You lying on the ground and holding Your hand, I know inside it is the opposite way around. You're holding my hand and it is me laying on the ground, still broken. But thinking on it I don't mind that (being broken I mean) for my soul rests in hope, in promise, in knowledge that I won't be here forever.
So I have a question for You... my eyes look up into Yours in all earnestness seeking what can be found there.
If I don't step into what I feel inside my soul here and in my present form will I step into it in Your fully and realized Kingdom? Or will it matter then? Or be relevant then?
You look long and deep into my eyes... and softly run Your finger along my cheek.
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