Another Chapter

You know. 

And sometimes they’re great. And I love reading them and writing them. 

But sometimes prose is great. Actually a lot of the time prose is great.

And all the time, Jesus is great. Really great. 

He loves me. He sees me. He knows me. Deeply and intricately and overwhelmingly. 

And while I don’t know what He’s doing with my life or where it’s going, and while I often feel lost and confused, I am given ultimate joy and peace in knowing that He IS. He is. He is who He says He is. He is good. He is love. He is gentle. He is strong. He is wonderful. And He loves me. 

He loves me. He loves me. 

Oh how He loves me. 

It doesn’t make sense. But the Creator of the Universe, the Maker of all things, the Divine Spirit whose expanse is immeasurable; He loves me.