Be still . . .
be quiet, unplug,
no talk radio,
no I-pod or I-pad or I-anything,
no racing thoughts and mental list making.
And know . . .
in my head,
in my heart,
in my emotions and stubborn pride places,
really, really, really.
That I . . .
relational You,
intervening You,
inviting, not just theoretical You,
the I Am kind of You.
Am God . . .
King of the universe,
Lord and Creator of all,
Friend come close and generous gift-giver,
Lover . . . in spite of me.
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