Write these on the insides of your eyelids.

But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to the heavens, but beat his breast and said, "God, have mercy on me, a sinner."
I tell you that this man, rather than the other, went home justified before God. For those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted.
(Luke 18:13-14)

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves.

It is God's will that you should be sanctified: that you should avoid sexual immorality; that each of you should learn to control your own body in a way that is holy and honorable, not in passionate lust like the pagans.
(1 Thessalonians 4:3-8)

Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord, my Soul. I will praise the Lord all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live. Do not trust in Princes, in human beings, who cannot save. When their spirit departs, they return tot hte ground; on that very day their plans come to nothing. Blessed are those whose help is the God of Jacob, whose hope is in the Lord their God. HE is the Maker of heaven and earth, the sea, and everything in them - he remains faithful forever. He upholds the cause of the oppressed, and gives food to the hungry. The Lord sets prisoners free, the Lord gives sight to the blind, the Lord lifts up those who are bowed down, the Lord loves the righteous. The Lord watches over the foreigner and sustains the fatherless and the widow, but he frustrates the ways of the wicked. The Lord reigns forever, Your God, O Zion, for all generations. Praise the Lord
(Psalm 146)

I want to be any of these places. Anywhere but here. Sitting in an office stewing with thoughts of what could happen, what we want to happen, how I could make it happen, what I should do to prepare. I will just trust where my God leads, He loves.
And I love these places (and this person). And want to run, bike, walk, drift to them. I want to lay in that grass, pour my heart onto paper, bronze in that sun on that sand, lullaby of the sea in the background, capture the memories attached to the roads, the trees, fences, hills, and signposts of these.