Baby, you think you know me and I think I know you, but let’s not flatter ourselves—people are not pamphlets. We are plot twists and footnotes and whole chapters written in invisible ink. We contain multitudes, side quests, reroutes, and the occasional dramatic reboot. So don’t you dare get bored with the people you love, including the one staring back from the mirror like, “Really? This again?”
You have not seen it all. Every morning is a fresh mercy with caffeine potential. Sit down if you’re tired—rest is holy—but don’t unpack. When it’s time, stand up, sing too loud, dance a little off-beat (there must always be dancing), and remember: even when I don’t fully get you, you are fully known.
Known to your bones. Loved on purpose. Claimed by your Creator, rescued by Jesus, reinforced—daily, hourly, stubbornly—by the Holy Spirit. You are not fragile; you are outfitted.
So let’s get moving. Curiosity on. Joy untamed. We’re still on the road. We’re not home yet—and that’s the good part.
