God loves us with a sticky love! Love clung to me and hinted that it wanted to draw me back into itself. Love wanted me—to reclaim any part of me that was disjoined from it. It was a love that knew me better than I knew myself—a love that loved me more than I loved myself. I stood there as the light clung to my hand; looking at my hand; looking at the angel; looking at the elastic, sticky love of God. I
