Still disentangling these two thoughts:
"You are good."
and
"You are mine."
I mean firstly you weren't really mine at all, not yet.
But just because you aren't mine, doesn't mean you aren't good.
And just because you are good, doesn't mean you must be mine.
Amazing how one can plod laboriously down a misty, tangled forest path
Only to suddenly emerge into a plain
And see clearly, almost as if for the first time.
Thank You, God.
