it's all so close and so far away, in the palm of my hand and slipping through my fingers and just beyond my grasp...
i just realized that i miss myself. it's time for a sabbatical. i am going to be in prayer about what that will entail.
"Come to the treasure, you who search, and you'll search no more.
Come to the lover you who want and you'll want no more.
And all you who labor in vain and to the broken and shamed,
Love is here
Love is now
Love is pouring from his hands, from his brows
Love is near, it satisfies.
Streams of mercy flowing from his side
And to the bruised and fallen,
Captives, bound, and broken-hearted.
He is the Lord.
He is the Lord."