I feel You, electric. Sharp, thick in the air. Your spark bringing goose-bumps, tingly feelings on my pale skin just now removed from shrouds of winter and rain to face the sun. I blink. I feel You. Hovering, moving through the air I must breathe to survive. You are my oxygen. You are my hope.

The revelation of Your love is baffling. Sometimes the weight of it crushes me and I can’t bare to even fathom looking up for fear of seeing Your face and dying.

But lately, I find myself rejoicing in Your love. I rejoice because You are dancing. You leap over me, rejoicing in song. Instead of weighing, I feel free, I feel lifted and light and fully alive.

My heart is captured. It is not available. It is taken, captured, enraptured. My heart is woven into Your heart. Your heartbeat, my heartbeat, even for a moment, just a moment of rhythm unfathomable.

Yes, love and hope are interconnected. My wound will be my gift. I will bring hope because You restore hope to me. I will be feminine and strong, because You restore my femininity, my weakness then my strength. I understand. I may forget tomorrow, but right now it makes perfect sense.

Perfect, because You are perfect. Glorious one, my love.

Wonder upon wonders, this ancient soul will see. My soul is integrated with this land you brought me to and wonder upon wonders we will bring. In stone circles and highland ’scapes… bold, beauty in the dust arising. My soul is awake. My soul is hoping. My soul is loved.

It is not about Your word, though Your word is life. It, this, is about Your love. Deep, unfathomable, astonishing. Miraculous love.

Thank you.