I miss people easily.

I don't make friends quickly,

But once I do, they can count on my undying loyalty,

And in always having their back,

I get pretty attached,

So that before long,

I miss them.

 

And I had this thought just now,

That kind of blows my mind.

What if there is a greater being, somewhere, somehow,

That misses me?

Wow.

 

All the times that I hide for fear of feeling guilty,

What if He's just sitting, asking "Will you just spend some time with me?"

What if He's not in it to berate us, to always tell us what to do,

What if He's just waiting, asking,

"Can I please just talk to you?"

 

What a crazy thought.

Honestly, insane.

Because I can't even get over the fact that God knows my name.

And that He knows more than that,

knows the real me,

And still wants me despite what he sees,

It makes me wonder if there could be more to this relationship than that of the Righteous Judge and the guilty.

 

So there's a thought to chew on for the night,

I hope you'll think on it too,

That the God that made the Universe,

Just might be missing you.