I didn’t see the moment when I started taking you for granted
except I knew that the days felt routine
and I couldn’t remember how to walk
with joy springing in my steps like a not-quite-contained secret.
I didn’t see the moment when we become lukewarm lovers
except I knew that I missed you despite
your constant presence. It was me, God,
neglecting the moments and skimming through conversations.
But you were not satisfied with my habit of presumption
and with grace you caught
my hand, spun me around
with delight (and pain) until the lukewarm became living again.
I had an image in my mind of being “blocked” and a photo in my collection came to mind… what I wrote is here… Thanks for this exercise of faith!
I love the photo with this, Deb!
Afraid to trust
I doubt words softly breathed out:
Yes, you are enough.
Lord, have mercy.
Yes. Amen.