I don’t know if he will. But I believe he can.

Today. Whatever he decides, I win.

The only thing greater than my perception that he’s absent is my belief that he’s not.

I believe horizontally what he sees vertically. All things work together for good. All. Together. Good.

God loves me. Full stop.
Nothing separates us. Nothing.
It tried but it couldn’t.
It’s trying but it can’t.
And it’ll try but it won’t.
What defined, no longer does.
What ruled, no longer can.
What was separate, no longer is.
The gap’s closed.
The craziest adoption, finalized.
Anxiety has exhaled.
Jesus has gotten all up in the middle of everything.
Perfect.
Him. And me.