"By the very function not of our doing
but of our being,
I see we are the beloved of God."
~ Ann Voskamp

This is too stunning.
Too awesomely terrible for me to think on.
Just be?
Not do?
I don't have to do?
But
it's what I am.
A doer.
A servant.
I don't know how to be.
I am afraid to be
because who could love that?
Who could love me for just being me
instead of what I do for them?
No one. No man.
Only Jesus.
And I weep.