i am better with the directly in front of me in this life.
the friend who shares their struggling. the tears that show hurt is happening. the voicing of it—these ups and downs of our time here.
i hate that i walk past the closed doors… sometimes don’t think to knock for longer than my love intends.
because it’s with slower that the peripheral comes into focus. for the silence to tell me as much as the noise of people’s hearts.
i am grateful when i am spoken to, because response is in me.
the stop by,
the where i am at,
the i need from you.
i am thankful for who god brings into line of sight, and learning to turn my head to see more.
“the lord looks from heaven;
he sees all the sons of men;
from his dwelling place he looks out
on all the inhabitants of the earth,
he who fashions the hearts of them all,
he who understands all their works.”
psalm 33:13-15 (NASB)