To love like you, Lord is all I really hope to be able to do. Patient, trusting, selflessly. However, I do know that without You, I can’t do that. One couldn’t possibly love endlessly without knowing where to get that source of endless love can they? Who showed it, who lived it, who is it in flesh? No one, but you… and sometimes, my own ego tends to bruise itself and without a simple prayer, I am left deprived of your love. 

Even a tiny drop matters — especially when sometimes, it’s all my pride can allow into my heart. But even a tiny drop matters, because when it falls through the cracks of my heart, it permeates every inch of my mind, body, and soul … and I… shine. I am alive. 

Your love overflows. Its depth, immeasurable. Its power, limitless. Love is itself the act that defines a character. It makes one become like itself. It is all parts of speech. It is the verb, the adjective, and the noun. It’s what transforms us. It’s the possibility that we hope for. It’s what makes us certain of anything. It makes us fight. It is why we live.

Lord, I keep asking you if this is where I’m supposed to be, and I realized that wherever I am in my life, I am loved — and that I have to be certain of. Being loved gives one a home to come home to. It gives one the courage to leave in the first place. It gives one the madness to take risks — to take leaps of faith. It gives one the answers to the questions that bring us closer to where we belong. It takes away selfishness. It gives us eyes to see the things worth fighting for, things worth waiting for, things worth dying and living for. 

Just like that, every time I lose myself, you somehow remind me of how much you love me, and in a moment, I can love fearlessly. I can love with no questions asked. I love and it all makes sense even when it …doesn’t. Just like that.

You’re good.