Two weighty words to my weary soul. Simple syllables that haunt my heart with anxiety. Tiny words torrential enough to turn pink hearts to cold stone. I need new words.
Ones that won't rob me of risk and famish my future. To silence the static of the unknown with peace. Peace of knowing. Of leaning into a God who molded my bone from dust and breathed eternity into my lungs. I need new words.
He will be there always, I'm learning. Always in the rubble and ruins. Forever in the mess of humanity that keeps shackling me to distrust. Like a prisoner, I wobble in my chain-gang dance and beg for Him to come, to teach me new ways.
Show me words plucked from fields of revelation. No more "what if's," Show me words that strip lies from marrow and death from tongues. Words powerful enough to dismantle all others.
...and he lovingly thundered "I AM."