I'm not hiding from you, I promise. Well, OK maybe just a little.
Will it help if I distract you with pretty things?
Butterflies hand-painted on a delicate Japanese fan, perhaps?
A bright pink polka-dotted ribbon?
Well, I will say this:
I've entered into a deep mystery, I've been given a gift.
And I'm here hiding, thanking God quietly,
taking to Him my fears and freakouts,
wondering, pondering, resting, asking.
Hoping and praying, wondering and thanking.