Patience

I luxuriate in Your presence, bathed from head to toe in this warm, cotton-soft glow. It starts delightfully, playfully, spring in step, bubbling somewhere in the corner of me, and then with a gleeful rush fans into a thrumming, vast and roaring, deep and rooted satisfaction. It feels confidently, solidly right, like the firm, living warmth of oak and bark beneath my hands. It feels grounded and it feels good. Purposeful. Intentional. A luxuriating passion that can appreciate and delight in waiting, rolling in an eager contentment for the here and now, yet brave enough to leap at Your call. It's a fullness that beckons life and laughs a heady, wild and daring joy.