In a few words or less
I could tell you what I like the best.
I like tea.
I’m not a big fan of coffee.
My favorite season happens to be Autumn.
I like the way the leaves change colors before they crumble and fall. I like how it smells like Halloween for thirty-one days, and then how everything loses it all.
I’m also obsessed with the spring rain.
The sound of the pitter-patter against my window pane drives me insane–but in a good way.
The thunder and the smell of it all makes me want to grab my favorite fleece blanket and crumble into a ball. It’s like heaven and earth have collided–there’s so much beauty, I can’t even describe it.
What I love the most.
More than writing…
More than this day…
More than this single, effortless, complete breath.
Is God’s endless compassion and grace for us. He wanted us so much that he sent his only, begotten son to death.
And we don’t deserve it, we never do, yet he takes our guilt and shame and humbles us. He wraps us in his giant arms because he loves us.
Day after day, hour after hour, and moment after moment; slowly, but surely, we fall into this intense, crazy love for Christ.
We reach the heist–the top of the hill where as no other beating organ could replace, comprehend, or pinpoint entirely how we feel.
And I wish I could say it simply–with one word…with one sentence.
with a few words or less.
But it’s too difficult; it’s an irredeemable, hot, flustered mess.
Even as I type this–my laptop warm on my lap–I can’t conjure the right words to finish this post.
The love I have for him, our host, consist of more than the two-hundred and ninety-eight words I already have.
It’s an underlying question that I have never had the courage to ask.
Like I said: It’s not simple. It’s the most indescribable, unconcealed, picturesque love I have ever had the pleasure to taste.
It’s that sweet kind of love, the love you could never, ever hate.
So with a few words…or more
Here’s some words for the heart
and the core.
Till next time blog world!