When the wind whistles through my helmet, I sometimes hear whispers mixed into it.
Each of you who has loved me has been God’s face for those moments
I like that wording more than, “I am loved,” or, “I am loved by God,” or even, “God loves me.” Feels more intimate, breathing with aliveness. “Am being.”
Coffee before the sun comes up. But there was no sunrise today. The gray dawn grew merely more brightly gray