CHOSEN

We reach without knowing why. Our fingers stretch for something we cannot name, our hearts long for something older than words, something we never held, yet somehow remember.

A whisper carried in our very marrow.  Deep. Ancient, yet new. Gentle as breath, but strong enough to stir tears we don’t understand.

A sacred invitation by the hands who formed us.  Crafted with intention. Fashioned in the image of a God whose nature is love, whose design is beauty, and whose desire is relationship.

He waits with eternal patience knowing every path, foreseeing every turn, yet never forcing a step. 

Oh the wonder of being known and loved before the world was new.  To be chosen time and time again.  To be known, seen, wanted and still free to walk away or return.

I choose Love and now I see the wonder, I finally hear the Word.  The beauty of love fulfilled brims in my eyes and joy overflows.  I am in Love’s embrace forever saved, forever new. 

Always held, remembered now.