I am hidden in Christ. I am seen and loved by Christ. We have secrets, me and Him. He comes and whispers sonnets to me with rain and trees and birds and songs, while I am speechless. He does not come with condemnation, He does not come with expectation. He comes to be with me as I am. And so I sit, helpless, empty-handed, soothed, helped far beyond a million human words. Met and held. I don't need to say or do or be anything. He knows me, He sees me, He loves me. I whisper, "hide me." And He does.
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