My eyes brim with life and everything seems clearer, crisper, brighter. My chest is full of joy and my breaths come gentle and steady, and my body is full of warmth despite the snow falling outside.
Nothing special happened today. I didn’t win the lottery, I didn’t meet my soulmate, my family didn’t accept Christ, I didn’t get a surprise visit. Actually, I slept in later than I wanted, I haven’t showered yet, and I have yet to start what I need to do in this last week of break. I still have struggles, I still have sins.
But nothing matters right now. Nothing except Jesus. This peace, this peace above understanding, sobers me and intoxicates me. I can feel joy and hope pressing out from the very middle of my chest. The world is moving and still at the same time, and I can sense His powerful, gentle touch supporting all things. I am not afraid to move forward and I am not afraid to mess up, because He has promised me a friendship and salvation and love no matter what, and I trust Him. I can walk in Grace.
I am alone, but I am not lonely. I have a Creator, a Father, a King, and He loves me.
