What we have already, is not yet here. Those realities of tomorrow, are today already done. It is finished, the final enemy defeated. What more could one want when the one person we need is already our friend? What more could one see when all of that which is beauty is near? I have not not because I ask too much, but because I ask too little. He says He is, and I am. What else is there to ask? What more could I possibly want? Yet, how does this contentment fit, when I see so much more to be done. How could I possibly do it all? How could He possibly orchestrate it all? Who is this God I serve? And why does He call me His?
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