letter to a friend

Dearest Jesus,

My life is moving at light speed.  I feel like we're in the millennium falcon and the stars are rushing past us.

I don't want to miss out on the amazing things that are happening.  I want to slow my senses down and drink in every drop.
I try to believe that it's just a "season of divine acceleration" (haha) and that it will pass.  That soon we'll come out of warp speed and I'll have time to walk the autumn color-coated quiet streets and lazily contemplate beauty, romance, and dreams.  Doing things like that would be nice.

I want you to know, I think about you often.  I long to see your face.  I daydream about falling into your arms, and having peace wash over me...in one feel swoop wiping me clean, and leaving me in your warm embrace.

I don't understand where you're taking me...I know it's toward you, though...always toward you.

I'm not sure my point in writing you tonight, except...perhaps the therapeutic virtues of communicating that which is upon one's heart.  Anyway, I'm not looking for easy answers, but I am searching for You.  It's hard right now...not being able to touch You.  I want what we have to be real and tangible, to speak face to face, to know you like your Father knows you...deeply, intimately, fully.

That day will come.  It just hurts here, until it does.  My strongest affections and desires are for you.

Sincerely.