I scream to know you in the physical, to feel you here with me. And yet, I must trust. I must trust that your Spirit is dwelling, alive and active, inside of me; the same Spirit that gave you the strength to say, “Not my will, Lord, but yours be done.” The same Spirit that gave you resolve, perseverance, victory, in spite of hot tears and sweating blood. I must trust that I truly am not alone—you see me, you know me, and you love me. My heart, mind, and soul have not been abandoned. I am anointed. I am filled.
I am satisfied in you.