“You
can have a life of understanding and live in a small world, or you have heaven’s
peace and live in a world without limits.” Bill Johnson, Redding

The
alternative is to trust someone who’s so foolishly in love with me that he died
horribly and wrongly accused, just for the opportunity to woo me, someone who
really is all that, someone who
doodles in the sky while he’s thinking about me, and creates a masterpiece of a
sunset. Sometimes, he doodles at night, and creates a masterpiece of the stars.
I’d use the word “lovesick” if he had the capacity to be sick.

On top of that, it’s tied in with a little thing called, “omnipotence,” that
completely outshines my own capacity to deal with the few things that I do
understand.
And
if that weren’t enough, when I trust him with the storms that I call “my life,”
then he takes personal responsibility for peace in my life, at least insofar as
I will let him. He provides for me a great big overwhelming mountain of peace, of His grace (and it's a beautiful mountain), just for
me, so that wherever I walk, I get to be in the midst of Heaven, in his own
presence; wherever the sole of my foot touches this planet, Heaven itself is
planted and grows, if for no other reason, then just to make a place of
sufficient glory for his son to walk.
I
think I’m impressed. I think I’m in love.
I think I’ll trust him and live in
his world, even in this world.