So we try to find the joy there is in God’s finding us. God intends our happiness. We pull up our antennae to its furthest peak and place ourselves on the lookout for glimpses of joy at its most unleashed. The path is cleared and God’s own tenderness is locating us. We never stop looking, until we realize that we have already been found. Good job.
So much about tenderness / gentleness. “What then do we have to fear? To be thrown into the tenderness of God?” It is tenderness that upholds my life.
