Who could give the wonders of Earth and sky,
Ask me anything
there's someone greater than you or I.
When you walk through the woods and the birches nod,
please meet a friend of mine, named God.
It’s nights like these that I miss you so terribly much. I think of the stupid jokes I’ve heard you tell and how hard I’ve laughed at them because I was thinking the exact same thing. I think of the way that you watched me as I tripped on my skirt over and over and over again. I can’t help but wonder what you thought, ‘She’s awfully clumsy and evidently graceless.’ Or ‘She’s awfully clumsy and I wish that she’d trip right into my arms.’ Usually when I look at you, you seem like you want me there, like you enjoy my presence. After all, our youth pastor did say that my presence was requested the other Sunday. I couldn’t help but hope that you asked to have me back. I love singing with you, so so much. I wonder if you’ve ever seen me staring at you and what you think of it. Darling, I love you so freaking much and I desperately need to tell the whole world (but especially you) that you’re going to be mine someday.
And establish the work of our hands for us;
Yes, establish the work of our hands. Psalm 90:17, NKJV (via pureblyss)