I’ve walked away. I’ve stayed. I’ve had wrong timing, and perfect arrivals. I’ve longed for reconciliation and harbored resentment. I’ve released anger and found revival.
I’ve covered myself in sackcloth and ashes only to find that You require no such displays. I’ve stripped myself of all I’ve imagined to show the mortar and construction of my imperfect ways.
I’ve allowed myself to be misunderstood, knowing I have misunderstandings of my own. And in all of these doings I know I’ve become a little more like Love, and less alone.