My soul pants for God and God alone

I will wait for you like the dry earth waits for the rain–eager to feel your presence wash over my thirsty soul. First come the drops, just a sprinkle that hints of the coming flood. And before I know it, my hands lifted high in praise are catching the overflowing rain.

As his dad, I would do anything to get him home

He loves me. I don’t know what to do with this. It is too… much.