So great is his love for thee that before the earth, before the stars, the heavens, the fall, redemption was his. His to do with what he will. And what he willed was that it was ours. Now that is an act worth a million books, and a thousand words for each moment could never suffice to cover a corner of his grace.
And yet, we crawl, we whine, we moan, we forget the love he has always shown. And in the pain and in the dark, when we finally cry out, shelving our pride to pick up once more what he long ago gave us - we find in him home, a shelter, a fortress, a family. We find water for our dusty feet see scars that show us that we're real, that all of this matters. We find the place that we had long ago searched for - but sometimes faltered, sometimes stumbled.
We see in it places that before felt so far away, and we see that we have been carrying it in our hearts all this time, for he knows, and he remembers that long ago, you declared your love for him, and what he gave you in return for your heart is not easily misplaced, nor broken, nor lost.
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