If their Internet has blogs
and if Jesus has a blog
I want to read it
(three minutes later)
I almost published only that. But I stopped. I feel like He's already written it. Is writing it. And speaking it to my heart. Intertwining all the thoughts I'm longing to hear in everything around me, everything His wind touches and causes to sway to the rhythm of His breath that He breathes out as He sings to me.
So disregard the above attempt at being deep; the satisfaction to that wanting is profoundly deeper than I could have expected.
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