flight of the butterfly, rising free
our fate's arrival
was destined by God Himself
only He knows how
Opening our hearts
To newness divine
Sprouting, Growing, Flowing
One river, perfect Mind
"She fills my whole world," he told his mother, Jan.
"She’s my beginning, middle, and ending."
Logan couldn’t contain his enthusiastic joy;
It shone very clearly in his expression.
"Every day, I wake up a little more in love,
a little more sure." He paused and looked toward
the floor, searching for words, for strength.
"But still, sometimes, I get scared," he continued.
Jan tightened her face in thought. Logan had seen
this expression many times. He waited for her to
begin. "It’s been quite a few years, of course, but
I still remember meeting your father. I see much
of him in you, Logan." Her mouth formed a
reassuring smile. Her eyes smiled, too.
"He was a little scared, too, at first. It’s natural to
question. It can help you to deeper confidence."