"My heart…It’s not perfect.
It beats too fast sometimes.
It gets anxious.
It doesn’t like to wait.
It likes to experience the highs and lows, but never the middle.
The middle is too quiet. Too tame.
And as such, too threatening to my comfort.
In the same way I can’t control how my physical heart functions, I can’t control how God shows Himself, or how I see him.
What happens when God isn’t a feeling? When He isn’t a high or an adrenaline rush or a moment of clarity when I expect Him to be?
God simply is, and I need to simply be."