You've been moving without evidence, efforting without evidence.

Today is the last day you work without evidence.

You pray without evidence.

This presence, my presence is evidence.

And until you start seeing it that way, you won't see anything else.

This must be good enough for you.

Am I good enough for you? Am I enough? Am I enough? Because the desperate prayers suggest otherwise. You look past me to what I am giving you,

yes, but look at me. Don't break gaze with me. If you knew I was in that

room with you, you would not leave me alone. You would not look away. You wouldn't let go of my

hand. We'd be singing. We'd be crying. We'd be praising. You would not be scrolling. You would not

be distracted. You would not be fearing.

We'd just be talking and sometimes silent. Just love. I am there. Treat me like I'm there.

Talk to me like I'm there. Depend on me like I'm there. Ask me questions. Ask me for it. Ask for mercy.

I've given it. I love you. You are enough. You are more than enough. Just as you are, just as I made you. Everything that is not of me is falling off of you now. The light is on you. I love you.