Holy Man Of The House

Here You are in this beautiful storm of redemption.  It’s fierce but You are kind, gently bringing me back to myself over and over, knowing all the pieces that You placed in me right back at the start, You know where they have been left and where to find them. 

You are the restorer of years, returning what the locusts of stolen and so this feels like a fast paced unwrapping and bringing back together, as You say ‘here you are!’, introducing me to all the lost parts, my eyes saucer-wide as I see how they all bond so fearfully, wonderfully together.

You are re-wiring my mind, new muscle memory of the heart, through quick repetitions over and over… ‘How else would You get to know Me?’ You say when I question these bumps in the road.  ‘How else would You learn Me as Father if you never had a need and I never got to meet it?’.  And so the damp happens, I run to You, You settle the problem and You settle me.  The leak happens, an extra bill comes, and You smooth the way and wash over me time and time again.  These things come over and over, one after the next, but they all come to nothing and so my fear dissolves.  There really is nothing to fear with me, You say.

I could feel You literally in the room with me in the weak morning light, because this is Your place too, You belong here with Me.  You are my holy Man of the house and we walked around the rooms together, You as physically present and tangible as my own body and warmth, letting me know that You are here…You are here.  Because You fill all the spaces.  All the spaces whether the stars in the galaxies or the gap on the sofa.   

You are the lover of my soul.  Loving me back to life, loving to just be with me.  Just be with me.  For I can do it all with You.

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