What I really noticed tonight, though, is that feeling when you're reading something from Him, or even about Him. It's a feeling of warmth, home, peace, and security. Even just a sentence makes me long for that home-y place that you can only find with Him. It brings me right back to those nights on my floor when He was all that I had, and He was exactly enough.
Really, it just makes Him real. Though it's merely a feeling, it's also a reassurance that what holds my faith is actual.
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