I do not worry of Your existence, or concern myself with the labels, definitions and standards of this world. I am in constant preparation, in the sweetness of Your making- And it is there that You will search me, You will know me, and You will find me. There, where the boldness of Esther meets the warm closeness of Ruth, and the hospitality of Lydia is aligned with the submission of Mary, which is engulfed in the tears of a praying Hanna. I will be the one, drenched in Proverbs 31… Waiting for You, and within You- him.
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