For everything I release, I am gifted.
You fill my spaces with what I truly crave.

Not things—
but love.
Not proofs—
but Presence.

I begin.
I start.
I offer up my heart to You.

I let go—
belongings that no longer serve,
emotions I kept close and unresolved,
old beliefs that trip me up,
dreams too small to inspire me now,
hearts I once held above my own.

The gift is hidden in the exodus.
Freedom. Spacious wandering.
Dreaming beyond what I have known.

Bigger plans.
Endless creativity.
I am closer to You—
blockages dissolving.

I move quickly,
not from fear,
but to meet You.
Arms open wide,
ready for relief.

I am new.
I deserve the space to explore
the person I have grown into.

You laugh—
and I blaze brighter in Your joy.
I weep—
that You take joy in me.

“Thank You”
becomes my chant,
gratitude on my lips.

You asked me to show You
how close we can be.
I am showing You.
Come join me.

My heart undone,
I grow into Your bride.
All the years,
all the pain,
all the cutting off—
and still I arrive.

I am arriving now,
as I write.
All that remains
is to move the rest aside.

I run to meet You.
I am ready.

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