Do you sometimes feel the shape of the people you know you are meant to love and learn from, like a shadow inside of you that is begging to be lit up? I do.
To the friend I have not yet met,
Hello, dear one. My soul has been waiting for yours for a long, long time. I cannot begin to tell you the way my fingers have blistered from holding on to this burning hope, how many nights I curled around my heart and cried, holding open the bleeding empty space you were meant to fill.
I already know that I am in love with you, with your smile and your childlike heart and the way your hair shakes when you laugh. I hope you are ready to dance. To be a child, a lover of God beside me, to push and be pushed, to have adventures and laugh until you cry more times than you can count. I hope you’re ready to go skinny dipping in the glorious freedom of God with me, to leave behind everything you think you know about love and life and reality so we can discover the truth together.
I hope you’re ready for pain and glory and messy, muddy humanity, to be broken open wider than the sea itself. The whole universe is our playground and love is free. Let’s take off our shoes and start climbing.
The Eye of the Needle 