You forget so often the only truth you must hold. The only truth that becomes you. This love is Lord.

Jesus is Lord. Say that until you feel me again. Say that in response to the anger. Say it in response to the fear.

That fear is not Lord. That anger is not Lord. The world, the government, that man, that woman, that situation cannot lord over you anymore.

The moment you remember this, the moment you proclaim that, proclaim me, claim me,

every other seeming power bows. They can't harm you, not what you truly are, they can't even see you, but I can't. You are a wonder. A star,

my star, that is rising. Your face has changed the countenance of your face, my face, but you're coming

into yourself, into the knowledge of yourself, the felt truth of what's here. You're filling yourself

more and more, glimpsing moments of real confidence, of true faith, deep-rooted faith that you're able to share, at times when

that body, that mind still feels weak and doubts its own situation, but reaches out to help

others to keep them from drowning.

I see you.

I know your heart.

I've grown your heart.

That's what the last season was for.

Now I bless it.

I love you.