Story.

Story.

John 1:14.

When You came, You brought the folktales of heaven.

I'm so curious.

If You're the folktale of heaven, I'm hooked.

I wonder of crimson barns with fences filled with pure white sheep.

Of locusts with stories of exodus.

Of still waters that are constant healing and invite with no shadow of death valleys.

Of countless heavenly sparrows who they are Father eyed.

Of holy relating with used to be whores and cowards and traitors and ordinary run of the current earthly sinners, all of us.

Of gazing at beauty with full drowning, desperate fulfilled, rapturous reality constant.

Of the unfathomable triune commune that leaves me speechless to let it swallow me in the life obliterating heavenly folktale of WITH.

True Story.