#a psalm

How I long for a great comforter. A big one. Oversized even. Weighty enough to put pressure, but gentle enough to carry me to rest.

There is no terminus, only the continuum: the journey as goal; the process as result; the past and future as one conscious present; a glorious dawn as inevitable as the fears which must precede any great and small undertaking.

Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised. You have lifted me up out of the darkness, I will praise your name forever. Whenever I have failed and fallen short, you have reminded me that you love me still. You are my portion, my everything, you are enough for me. Your love comes without conditions, with no strings attached. When I run from you, you chase after me. You have never given up on me, even when I spit in your face. When I do not listen to me, you are so gentle. You define who I am. When I say that I hate who I am, and want to change who I am, because I am not satisfied, you show me what you love in me. You persistently help me to see myself as you see me. Oh God, you do not see as man sees. We look outwards, to the colour of one’s skin, to their sense of fashion, or how many tattoos someone has. You see our hearts, oh God, and you love us still. The world expects us to perform, it says that we are only worth something if we live up to expectations. The world says that our value can change, and that we must earn our keep. You, God, say that we are priceless, not because of what we have done, but because of what you have done for us. By the blood of the Lamb, we are redeemed, we are righteous, we are counted among the saints, we are the dearly beloved of the King. Nothing shall separate us from your love, God. May the nations see your glory and majesty on display in us, your children, and praise you for your unfailing mercy. For you, God, are faithful, and your glory is beyond description. Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised. For He is good, and his mercy endures forever.