Come to me and I will give you rest. Come to me with every care and worry. Are you afraid to wrestle with me in the desert? Are you afraid I won't answer you? For all I desire is intimacy with you. I desire your questions, thoughts and uncertainties to be laid on the table of our communion. I have given you reason, so that we could reason together. Your thought process and my good intentions meeting in beautiful discovery. Come to me. Don't fear the wonder of conversation with me. I want all of you, all of your thoughts. Don't fear what you don't know or can't explain. For the mysteries will be revealed in our secret place. They will be revealed in the comfort of my arms, the shadow of my wings and even as we wrestle in the dirt. Come to me. Be loved, transformed and adored by me. You are my delight.
A.R.
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