You are loved by a God that is as close as your breath.
These words were hanging from the ceiling of a class I attended. They had nothing to do with the class. They were just part of the room in which it was held.
The class took place at night, a couple hours after work. I had already decided to stay home and had changed into my evening get-up, a funny striped long tee with a half sweater overtop and grandma peds on my feet. It is the outfit no one sees me in but in which I am most comfy.
For whatever reason, soon after I changed my mind and my get-up and left the house.
I arrived at class, sat down and looked up.
Each word was written on a card and hung from a string across the ceiling. The first word, You, was missing, and the cards were not aligned. They zigzagged, and it was difficult to decipher. Throughout the class, I kept looking up, trying to line up the words.
Before the evening's end, I had it.