post-phone call

she writes and writes but says nothing, seeking more than what she sees, wishing for an open heart to receive and pour and receive and pour, here she sits not seeing what can not be seen with her eyes but hoping and trusting that there is more going on than what seems so hopeless.

HE will answer her.

He is her desire, where there is no desire to feel
He is her faith where faith cannot be found
He is her righteousness where death once reigned- it threatens now, but fails at the power of His sacrifice, it WILL NOT win.
He is her hope, He is her love, He is her refuge, He is her everything, He is her Jesus.