We are memorizing John Chapter One.
(And each other.)
Beneath the sheets at night.
After a day of miscommunication.
A bit of hurt.
We scramble to learn God.
His will, His plan, His love for us.
How to follow Him.
So often side tracked.
And I whisper deep into his shoulders.
That I am not a good steward of my time.
That it slips away from me.
Like the tears that slip down cheeks.
Making me feel dead.
He grabs hold of my hand.
And laces me into him.
As we press on into the Word made flesh.
A God Who understands.