. Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
God, I’m worried that things won’t turn out as I want them to. So I’m grasping, clinging to little things, little hopes, like remnants from a fire, artifacts of an imagined world. Meanwhile you pour out your presence to me.
What is this tinny little world I cling to? Why am I hanging onto these trinkets? What is this fear that I cherish so much? Why am I afraid to stop and behold your infinite abundance, laid secretly in my lap?
Does what I want lead me to abandon all things and fall into your arms? Is there something I want more than You? What would it take for me to trade what I am afraid of losing for what can't be taken from me?
I am standing by a clear, flowing river nervously holding water in my cupped hands that I have carried a long time. Why don’t I drop it, walk in, and float away?
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