Sofa. Late. Quiet. Dark. Told God, I love You. I don't say that to Him often. For one thing I know my love is feeble compared to His. Plus, it just feels awkward; all the human expectations of those words and that relationship...
Thanked Him for some things. Mind wandered. Tired. OK, one more minute. If there's anything You want to say to me, please say it...
And...I love you. Really small in the mind (as usual; if the TV had been on I wouldn't have heard it), Him to me. Awkward. Personal, for me. Not theology.
Please, Lord, let's make it personal.
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