God is moving.

He is everywhere, in everything. He is life. It doesn't make sense unless I share the entire concept, but I feel Him and He overwhelms me so much that if Heaven is just a lot of Him, I am sure I will have no lack.

I am grateful.

But, these are the fringes.

I can't wait to find out more.

He is so big, he made me large, and then suddenly my sins were small. They were despised but small, and I stepped on them under my foot. He raised me high and I moved above the thin layers of living, to being alive.