I woke up this morning with one sentence running through my mind:
I am full but I'm not satisfied.
There is an ache, an empty place in my heart for life that I used to think would always be out of reach. A desperation to go past what I can understand with my mind and instead be consumed with a knowledge that is all-consuming. A dream that you don't quite remember, but whose strength sits behind your eyes so heavy you know what it carries. Little signs, now and again, that don't match what you've been told is normal.
Heaven is here. It's all around. It has settle on the earth like a sheet, cloaking everyone in white and blinding the wise but making the children laugh in joy. It's a truth that everyone is looking for in their core, but doesn't realize its reality until it's coming. It's a freedom from any and every lie that has established itself against the beautiful reality of days.
There is nothing better than swimming in white truth and not seeing where you're going. You don't have to. He will fill you. He will always fill you.
And the rest doesn't matter.
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