sometimes . . .

Sometimes I begin to realize what I have been blessed with and I find myself just sitting alone. Crying. And I open my mouth to utter a prayer of thanks to my Lord . . . but the praise that is swelled inside of me can find no way out.

It is in those times that I know that I was not meant for this world. While I cry in joyful thanks I feel an intense longing. Like I want to burst out of these chains of preparatory living and truly begin to live. Seeing Him face to face. Kneeling at His feet. Loving Him fully. Knowing Him in all truth.