When plagued with pain you
ached to retreat
to a “safer” space
{where insecurities invade
and pride prevails.}
But I saw you—how you
Stopped.
and chose to reach, and reach—
beyond the ache
to grace, to love, to hope, to hold on
to Me;
My good, My faithful—
I see You
Trying.
Through your fractured frame
I shine;
In your weakness
I AM.
– EstherV