Today, I was sad, more confused.
I was thinking about how the way could be
opened for Him to me. Or meto Him.
Or Paul to me. I asked God,
“What does this mean?”
My phone buzzed.
I sighed, looked,
saw the three words
that bring God more beautiful
lately. The way He whispers a promise,
even through you.
Love you fuzz.
Thank you for making me smile,
believe my life isn’t mistaken.
I am remembered,
when I least expect it.
Author’s Note: For Kate’s five minute friday prompt: dear. Check it out. 🙂