Why haven't I written in so long. It's not that I haven't sought your face everyday, it's not that I don't long to be with you.
When I was a child, I remember asking my daddy for the moon, I can still see it.
A full moon, so beautiful and distant. What longing, what desire and yet what vanity.
How hopeless and empty, to wish for the moon.
But I was a child and it seemed logical to me. And yet how much do I still long for and yearn for the things of this world when, if I looked a little farther at the Creator of this world, all of my desire would lay down at His pierced and risen feet.
Oh the joy when I realize that all along, it was My Lord who was calling to me, not His creation.