So many questions I have for God. Not just petty questions, either. The type of questions that keep me awake at night, that make me forget to eat, that tear me apart and paralyze me. So much searching, so little resting. And how does He answer? Silence.
No, it's not that He doesn't answer. More so, it's that He chooses to answer with silence, because He whispers sometimes and shouts sometimes, but He always intends for me to listen more closely. And in doing so, He teaches me to be silent. He teaches me to be still and know that He is God, and I am not. Mostly, He teaches me to remember daily, hourly, that I am His, and that this beautiful truth is enough. God, thank You for reminding me that You have called me your own, that to this pile of dust you said, "This one's mine." Indeed, this heart is spoken for.
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