February 28, 2017 by babylondogs
And so … thank you, God. This morning has been thoughtful. Measured. Your presence has been felt. I am in need of you. And I know it. I suppose I should just take you at your word. No, not the scriptures, not the attempts at making sense of it all. But at your word, the silence, the presence. The palpable reality. Without the condoms of thought, words, rationalization. Naked. Raw. Ravaging. Ahhh yes. I am only because you are. Thank you, God. Thank you.