Joining the girls and Holley for
This is a sore spot with me. It's tender, it's healing, but still. I bristled under the weight of it, lost my words when trying to write about it and I probably rolled my eyes and sighed a few or fifty times. I am loved. I know. But it's that deep soul bending life altering love I just can't get my mind off of. It's the love that says your value, your worth cannot even be measured. It reverent and it's scary and it's rainbow in color. It's all consuming. It keeps me up at night. And I wonder, why God.... why would you make me like this? And then in the quiet....oh this quiet that won't leave me be....He whispers...to love like this you have to be loved like this..... Yes...what did I suppose would happen when I let Him in, when I said take it all, change me? He did just that. And so of course we love like we what we are taught. And He has taught me...about just how loved I am. And to give less than that feels quite impossible. Thankful.