Love is here.

I have a lot of words right now.

I wish they would come out in a sensible, digestible, majestical way.

But I will leave them at this:

Our God is big.

A new year does not prove that. A new love does not prove that. A new nose does not prove that. A new home does not prove that.

His glory proves it.

Everyday.

In the mundane. In the magnificent. In the moment.

He is here, now, whispering softly the words of hope our hearts long to hear.