Lord, this is my place—this is where I belong. I know without a doubt that I am precious in Your eyes. Thank You, Lord, for Your tangible presence. I feel You near. I hear Your whispers in the melodies of birds, in the rustling of trees, and in the symphony of life created by Your hand. They echo the purity of Your voice; they mimic the sounds of heaven, revealing the beauty of Your design.
Your shalom—Your perfect peace—is not only real, but reachable. It is free, flowing like a river into the hearts that are open. You call me, and I respond—perhaps slowly, but with a heart fully sincere. My journey is gradual, yet deeply genuine. I call it divine wisdom resting on human complexity—a grace that breathes life into our fragile existence, a grace that offers life, and life in abundance. (Jn10:10)
Who can take Your place, Lord? Power? Fame? Prestige? Physical beauty and strength? An abundance of material wealth? Can any of these satisfy the longing of the soul? Let us be honest: who can truly take Your place?
None can compare.
“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul longs for You, O God.” (Ps 42:)
