I love it when God speaks to me. I mean, me, of all people. I don’t always like what he says to me, mind you. But he picked me out of the universe and said something that was just for me. Just. For. Me. The most important Person in the Universe paid attention. And he didn’t just see me. He spoke into my past, my future, and “what are you doing now, young lady?” But his words blossomed in my mind like the most beautiful of smiles, warming my perception of everything. All that I think I know, all that I think of myself, comes into sharp relief as his words flow through me, making me whole.
Can there be any better place to rest?