every place i go, i study the people who surround me.
do i know you?
i catch myself staring now, perhaps more than i should.
and i'm overwhelmed with soul.
did i forget that we all had one, this thing of soul? that strangers have stories too?
have i simply been ignoring?
i want to know you
because i know Him.
i go to Him in prayer a lot. prayers of gratitude, broken pleas for want and need.
but i forgot that we can have conversations about the day. i can come to Him and sit at His feet and just talk.
God and i have been conversing a great deal lately.
on tuesday, i wrote about my encounter with meeting broken eyes, in finding honour where shame tends to resides.
it's becoming a theme
a symphony of sacredness, of humility at the foot of this splintered blood-stained cross.
what are you seeking?
are you daring to converse with the King of Kings?