I am crying out to God for vision. I am begging Him for sight. Into His presence I run, longing for more, for fullness, for understanding, for answers, for guidance, for light, for hope and for peace. Into His faithful, steadfast, strong arms I press. I lean in close, so if possible to gain insight, to be held close in uncertainty.
I long for His voice, I long to see Him fully, even as I am seen. To know Him fully, even as I am fully known.
I press in.
I hunger and thirst and yearn and pant and long for the fullness. For light that has no hint of darkness. For peace that never ends. For joy unspeakable. For faith unstoppable. For questions blown so far off by the powerful breath of His mighty truth.
1 Corinthians 13:12New Living Translation (NLT)
12 Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity.[a] All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely.
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