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God speaks. Even when we cannot or do not speak to him, he speaks to us. He’s always speaking. He’s always recklessly pursuing, sanctifying, catching us in the grand fall, the grand turning away from his face in favor of some other false peace.

God meets us here. He’s not waiting for us to catch up. He doesn’t leave us behind. He’s not a tyrant God who’s impossible to find. He’s here in the fighting, the trying, the crying, the stumbling away and the desperate return.

‘Come home, child,’ he says. ‘Come home and rest, child,’ he says.

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