I've never loved anyone the way I love you.

And I never will. 

Forever is a long time, but it won't be long enough. 

Here's to us. 

When the night becomes much too long, close your eyes and hear the angels sweetly singing. Hear the melodies of peace floating in and out of clouds and smell the sweet, sweet scent of heaven. You will stir no more.

When the darkness just seems too frightening, close your eyes and feel His hand wrap tightly around yours. Strong, sure hands, so smooth despite their scars. Scars that bare the greatest story ever told, the entire weight of the world undone. Scars that declare you free; hands that issue you safe in their grip. You will fret no more. 

When you forget that you are loved, close your eyes. Close your eyes and He will meet you there, softly whispering Your name, one He holds so close to his very own heart. You will ache no more. 

When the night seems much too long, remember that daylight always comes. When the darkness is just too frightening, remember that daylight always comes. When you forget that you are loved, remember that daylight always comes. 

Dawn. The break of day. Another promise, another hope, another picture of God's eternal gift. Sunlight creeps in, warmth dwells in you, love surges through you. 

You will long no more.

Sometimes I hate being so introspective

and other times I don't.

Now is one of those times that I don't hate it. At all. In fact, I'm indulging it. Although I might hate it tomorrow when I'm trying to keep my eyes open during my brother's high school graduation.

Life just has this way of making me really happy and really sad at the same time. Wanting to kiss the future and hold hands with the past at the same time. Longing for memories while on the edge of making more. I don't know how to explain what I feel, most of the time. All I know is that there is this heart inside of me, and it swells..... it swells and swells until I think it might explode. But it keeps beating. And swelling. With every dreamy sunset, every sweet rainfall, every laugh of a child, every song I sing, every kiss on my lips.... it swells. And I keep hanging on to this mystery of life, that I love with every fiber of my being. I keep hanging on.