The Father’s Arms
It’s the one place where I feel comfortably helpless.
It’s where I admire His strength, and revel in the mystery of His goodness.
It’s the place where my problems are still big, but His grace is sufficient.
It’s where I reside in peace that supersedes circumstances and bursts comprehension.
It’s where I receive forgiveness.
It’s where I drink grace.
It’s where I belong.