I planted roses there.

In that wound, in that pain, you've developed the capacity to hold me longer, more deeply.

Your dreams are more vivid. Your goals are becoming clearer. They've been whittled down

to the essence of me, to what I want for you. You want what I want for you. Finally, we can get to

work. Finally, it will work.

Everything you built without me fell, crumbled, turned to ashes.

But now you rise from them with me.

You will be a living testament to me.

You've been witnessing me, my hand, on your life, on that rubble. It's like you've had pieces to a puzzle for so long that you

could not fit together. It all fits now. I was the only piece you were missing, the real piece.

All you have to do is fill my peace, the peace that is not of this world, the peace that the world

can't give you. The world couldn't give you this peace. And now that you have it, now that you know

what it is, you must treasure it, you must put everything else down but it. And everything else

will come. I love you.