You behind. You before. You all around and on every side and in every crevice. We’re swimming in a sea of You and yet find the joy of child-like play on Your shores. Deep enough to never plumb the depths, safe enough to come in our youth and innocence and feeble ways. We find You
She sat with me in silent tears. It was 7am in a busy little breakfast joint. The hum of morning regulars surrounded us and, ironically, shrouded our conversation in privacy. “What am I called to,” she asked through tears. “I don’t think I have ever known.” The litany of things she had considered to be