I’m supposed to be writing. I have this goal of writing 1500 words a day for a book I might not ever publish – that may just be for me.
But today, I am overwhelmed.
I’m overwhelmed by God. By His presence. By His love. By His friendship. By His kindness and goodness. By His faithfulness.
And it’s left me a little undone.
Someone once asked me, “What does it mean to be ‘shamelessly undone?’ I don’t get it.”
I guess it’s this. This moment where I know I’m not done with the work that still needs to happen in my soul – where God is showing me the bits and pieces of my heart I’ve misplaced or hidden- where He’s drawing something deep out of me that leaves me without words.
And at the same time feeling more found and complete in His love than ever.
Undone in His presence.
I know I should be writing, but today I just want to marvel in the richness of my Father’s love.