I melt.

No matter how long I’ve known Him or how many times I’ve heard Him say He loves me, it will never get old. Not the way He says it.

Show me Your glory.

I decided to ask for that last night, walking down a dark alley, no one else around.

I paused, checking myself. Did I really want to ask for that right then?

It was late, I was tired. There was no need for too much excitement during such a refreshingly quiet walk. But then I figured, why not? If I were going to die right then, there was nothing else I would rather see. If all my accomplishments, ambitions, and dreams for the future were going to end right here, I would be content beholding His glory.

All at once, He drew close in an unexpected embrace, surrounding me.

He whispered, “You are always enough, because I cover You.”

I hadn’t realized I felt lack until that moment. But with that one sentence, He touched with eerie precision the exact spot in me that needed addressing. As I saw Him covering me with Himself, I was finally able to relax.

Peace.

Peace is what He gave me on that dark night. Peace, something I find nearly impossible to make for myself.

He is so good to me.