Surprised By Love

In the wake of a new revelation, glimmers of hope begin rummaging through the crevices of my thoughts.  A new revelation of truth slides in underneath the cracks of doors that I thought were sealed shut.  Light finds its way into even the darkness and oldest of memories.  I wonder how I can still have places within me that are still untouched by the truth of who my Father really is.  He certainly knows me better than I know myself.  He comes in so unexpectedly - like the wind at the ocean that whips your hair in your face and momentarily blinds you.  That moment of surprise is also mingled with utter marvel.  How could a Father be so kind, yet so immovably persistent? So gentle yet so forcefully convincing?  So shockingly white with truth and yet so mysteriously appealing?  The only explanation I can give is that my spirit has always known what my mind is still racing to comprehend.   From the very same breath that gave me life, that same breath continues to speak life into my spirit day after day. It is not a foreign, abstract breath that continues to pour life into me. His breath is fantastically familiar!  My spirit has known Him from the very beginning.  I was meant to have the fullness of my Father sewn into my very core.  I am not me without Him.  And yet, I still find myself surprised by His love for me.