Hidden

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His face is sometimes hidden. But it’s because I haven’t been looking behind chairs or in-between lines for those fiery eyes.

Life is hazy when the vital part we need is distant, not nose to nose breathing the same air. When He is hidden part of me is hidden. Confusion then clouds and I go back to the times when suffocating was normal and heart beats were slow.

But He is always near. Just waiting for the moment when I look back into His eyes, thirsting for the moments we spend together. He holds those moments in His hand and gives them back to me, full of the oil of gladness.

When I choose Him I choose joy and life and breath and nothing can tear me from the love that meets me when we are once again face to face.

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