This is the space I come to when I can still trust your promises, still believe in your favor, snack on strawberry ice cream, and pick up pennies from the sidewalk.
This is the place I come to when I’m at my weakest, stressed the hardest, in the middle of the mystery, wandering the surface.
I’m here when I have scaled the mountain, and I’m here when I’m at the bottom of the ocean.
You see me the same in every place, I am. You see me as beloved, as a child, as a soldier, as an heir. The way you see me doesn’t change the way that I change the way I feel.
My environment doesn’t change the way, I am. You placed the way before me.
My hope doesn’t shift the path, I am. You make it straight for me.
I’m not fearful or brave.
I’m not faithful or doubtful.
I’m not giving grace or taking offense.
I’m everything, all at once – in one moment of bravery, there is a condition of fear.
In a step of faith, there is a pause of doubting.
And for everything you are, I am, I’m so quick to fail in recognizing you don’t change the way I do. But you reveal over me that I’m not changing, either.
I’m transformed by the touch of your hand.