Some mornings I wake up and I feel like a child looking at a big, cold, scary world that I'm ill equipped to deal with. My mind is drawn to people and places I've left behind, people I've felt so incredibly close to, people I believed I could do this kingdom work with. Then I wipe the sleep from these childish eyes, clench my teeth, and take a look beyond my self, my fears, the dull aches of distant friends, into the eyes of the one who doesn't leave, the one who calls me 'beloved.'