Will You speak to me? Will you poke holes in the veil that divides my little human bits from your vast divine expanse? I can sense that You are just right there. But I want more of You. Let me see what You see, if only for a moment, and I will cling to those truths. Let me hear Your words, and I will carry them around with me. Enter my day, Jesus. Be my tangible Emmanuel.
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