The warm look is still there...

[mourntheloss]

It's funny, the way He works, isn't it? Not surprisingly, He's quite clever. No matter how far one runs, or drifts, or strays, He's still there. Regardless, one can still feel Him. Not with the same strength one once did, or perhaps stronger than one has before, but either way He's still there. It's almost like... there's this compartment BEHIND the heart, reinforcing it, compensating for its frailty. And it's His space, and His alone. It is the space that so many attempt to fill- and fail. He consumes it. Sometimes that fire burns, until it consumes your entire heart along with it. Sometimes it's not so consuming, and it flickers and smolders. But I do know that even when I"m doing nothing to stoke that fire, I can still feel it. It's a sense of peace, of purity, of understanding, of comfort, of a blanket of hope over pain. It's further proof of His amazing love. When I should be feeling grief, of pain, it's dimmed down to a dull ache, and invaded by gratitude, peace, and anticipation. And while that dull ache flares up, it dies back down, kept in its place by comfort. It doens't make much sense, but then, His workings seldom do. Though huge decisions await me, regardless of how monumentous they seem, I remain calm, and not of my own strength. So praise be to Him that we're so covered, so protected, so... cherished. Personally and individually cherished.

"I'm through accepting limits-
'Cause someone says they're so.
Some things I cannot change-
But 'till I try, I'll never know!
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love- I guess I've lost.
But if that's love,
It comes at much too high a cost!

I'd sooner buy defying gravity,
Kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity-
and you can't pull me down."

-"Defying Gravity," Wicked the Musical