He gave visions.
Spoke through people.
Giving comfort, knowing we will see Him.
But I don’t just want to see Him, I want to see Him smile and be pleased with me.
I want to live those visions on my knees, praising and praying to Him with those beautiful children.
I don’t want to continue living in stagnant complacency or cyclical sin.
I want to rest with Him, knowing the people I love are alright.
To know that any supposed final mistakes they may have taken weren’t enough to steal their souls.
I want to see real freedom.
But maybe the truth is we had freedoms we didn’t see.
Simple things like being able to hold up a hand, pay for a bill or the ability to amend one.
He did, he paid for something much greater than my bills.
He paid for my soul.
I never earned it.
But O how much I needed it.
My life is His, and so is all my strength.
Thank God that we have Him.
May His sheep hear His voice.
May He make a way for them to always return to him after each day of grazing and searching for the greener grass.