Sometimes, I do not recognize myself.
And I think this is good.
For who I once was
Of that, mostly came no good.
I can laugh loudly now.
I can love the Lord.
Take comfort in His rod and staff
though my heart is pierced with the sword.
I comfort myself knowing that you are not mine, but only our Lord's.
Because He will take far better care of you,
Than I ever did before.
When my heart is like this...it feels oddly full, yet at the same time sore.
I pray your heart is fuller than any other man's, and all good things come to you through our Lord.