You no longer know what it is you stand in awe of: —The child himself, God swaddled in skin, God soothed by a song or whispers of a story, God already learning to cry out and to laugh at all he would become. —Or the glimpses you see daily, the small gestures of God
THE THREAD | what it is you stand in awe of
THE THREAD | what it is you stand in awe of
THE THREAD | what it is you stand in awe of
You no longer know what it is you stand in awe of: —The child himself, God swaddled in skin, God soothed by a song or whispers of a story, God already learning to cry out and to laugh at all he would become. —Or the glimpses you see daily, the small gestures of God