I.
Sit up straight.
My body lengthens,
my shoulders draw back.
I love to listen to Him—

My devotion-heart,
my form and soul—
held in His attention.

II.
His fingers trail down my spine.
I tremble,

feeling my mind
held in His hands—
with care and intention.

III.
My heart cracks open.
I confess, “I’ve missed this.”

I have missed your willingness,
to be shaped from head to toe, Mine—
inside and outside, He says,
tenderness and edges.

IV.
Look at me when I am speaking to you—please.
His words hit soft if strict.

My heart in flames at His feet—
transforming beneath His provision.

V.
Let go to me.
The stress in my body releases.
Good, He says.

His praise untangles the knots tied in me.
He scoops me up into His arms,
holds me close to His chest,
lays me in bed, tucks me in,
kisses my forehead, and whispers:

I love you. Get some rest.

His guidance—
the opportunity to let myself be His more deeply.

His tenderness, the difference that helps me to heal.

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