Lord, what should I write today?
Write about me, son
How?You created the cosmos. Everything in the universe is in your hand. Nothing moves without your permission. You created matter with speech. You put yourself into a body and entered into the human narrative. You let us beat and murder you and withheld your wrath. You loved me into salvation. You overcame the Enemy by letting him destroy you. You promise me treasures incomprehensible to the imagination, and, even better, you have promised me yourself. Anything I say would be inadequate.
Have you ever felt anything your three year old has said was inadequate?
I hang on her every word