The moment when you realize the thing that's beckoned you....
The place that's burned with longing....
The empty space that's stayed barren....
The agonizing parts that felt cruel....
The hollow waiting that gave way to unfulfilled attempts....
The moment when that is received as G O D.
That drew you near.
That coming to be, in that particular way was always His good intention.
And even in the fruition of the longing, He beckons....
There is yet still m o r e....
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