Tune my heart to sing thy grace.

One year.

It has officially been one year.

And rather than address this to you, as I usually do, I will address it to You.

You have spun my heart in circles.

You have led me to the fire and softened my heart in Your flame.

My spirit is free because of Your freedom.

I am liberated.

I am worthy.

I am beloved.

Is that not what I started here to find?

In the midst of my broken heart and starved soul, I came here to find healing through words.

I could not process or function.

I felt closest to You when I would write.

I felt most honest with You when I would write.

I felt most alive when I would write.

It made me vulnerable, something I was afraid to be with people.

And one year later.

One long, horrendous year later.

I know I am beloved.

I know I am Your beloved.

I know how to be loved.

I have learned how to be love.

In this year love has been my song and You have been the composer.

I sing love with the guidance of Your symphony.

This year, my heart broke and was spurred into motion.

Something had to be done.

All I knew to do was write.

You are my redeemer.

You are my lover.

You are my life.

Use these words to connect my heart and Yours.

Sometimes I know no other way.

Betcha bottom dollar

that tomorrow, there'll be sun.

Only the good die young.

It is strange to think that you are gone.

If only we could have known and stopped you from leaving.

If only the brakes had slowed you quicker.

If only the night was lighter.

If only the timing was different.

Maybe then, Mike.

Maybe you would still be here.

Maybe no one would have had to cry Friday morning when they looked at you that one last time.

Maybe you would still be in your big truck instead of that small box.

It haunts me to think that maybe you did not know Him. We know that those who have received His love have everlasting life, but did you meet Him, Michael?

Did you tell Him you love Him?

With your final, scared breath did you ask Him in?

I want to believe you did.

I want to turn back time and in that moment be able to tell you of His love.

I want you to be Free.

But that moment has passed.

Your chance to decide came and went.

I hope there was a point, even if unspoken, that you believed in Him.

And I hope to see you in Heaven, friend.

She said I think I remember the film.

Here I am.

Mere days from one year with you, blogspot.

Mere days from one year without him.

A knot tied in my stomach when I realized the length of time that has passed.

I have been staring at this blank text box for some time now.

How do I formulate the words?

I do not understand change.

What has happened to us after all this time?

Where are we now?

More importantly, how did you become someone I no longer know?

Take my life and let it be.

Where are You calling me?

I have so many ties to this continent, but I feel as though they will not last much longer.

I am ready to be obedient.

I want to hear Your voice.

Call me to Your nations.

Send me in alignment with Your purpose.

Am I biting off more than I can chew?

I fear not, for You are with me.