Grass pierces concrete

I was journaling today about how I long to know Jesus as a servant — how unworthy I am to even untie his sandals. And as a friend, as a bride — he seems so distant to me right now. I understand him now only as a child; I trust that I will never stray from his care. I am simple-minded and sleep in his arms while he wins the bread and takes care of my poop.Then I had a flashback to earlier this afternoon when I was sitting in the livingroom of some friends. The dad was asking me about senior trips as he is concerned about his daughter’s opportunity to go to Disneyland with her senior class. He was struggling with the issue of her being a trustworthy adult coupled with his fear of her possibly less trustworthy peers. He smiled at her and patted her shoulder saying, “Confiyo mucho en esta muchacha.” Then he turned to me and smiled, saying “Y me da mucha alegria ver esta muchacha.”CONFIYO MUCHO EN ESTA MUCHACHA. Y ME DA MUCHA ALEGRIA VER ESTA MUCHACHA. EVEN IF YOU NEVER KNOW ME AS MORE THAN A FATHER, THAT’S ENOUGH LOVE TO COVER EVERYTHING, God whispered.