Abba,
Thank You. For every single
reminder. Because when I remember
Your goodness, nothing
else even matters. I hear You
say beautiful. I hear You
whisper (my name), I love you.
Who am I? I'm Your girl.
Yours. I've always been Yours.
These hands, these thoughts,
these tears--not mine, never
mine. My God! You are
the One who carries me.
And this? This small
thing. Such a little thing.
Here, in my palms turned
upward. My heart
beating slower now, like peace,
like wonder, because
This has always been Yours.
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