You say- You will raise up your hand to nations, and lift your ensign to peoples. They will bring our sons in their bosoms, and carry our daughters on their backs.

How small we are Lord, to focus on a single life as the sum of what you intend for us. How large you are, oh God, to consider birthrights and offices, giftings and legacies!

Kings shall tend to our children, their queens shall serve as our nurses. They will bow, face down, and lick dust off our feet. And we will know you are the Lord. Those who trust in you will not be shamed.

How wise you are, Father, to highlight authority and royalty. For we are your chosen ones, your matchless Bride. And since there is none like you, there shall also be none like us, as we are raised up in you to be yours forever. I consider the following passage, your first promise to me when the terrors were remembered. Enduring a minute was more than I could bear. The big picture of it was meaningless to me. But surely you make everything beautiful in its time. I am not fully in the big picture yet. But your work in me is perfect, and you are faithful to complete it.