That I Am . . .

Be still . . .
     be quiet, unplug,
     no talk radio,
     no I-pod or I-pad or I-anything,
     no racing thoughts and mental list making.
And know . . .
     in my head,
     in my heart,
     in my emotions and stubborn pride places,
     really, really, really.
That I . . .
     relational You,
     intervening You,
     inviting, not just theoretical You,
    the I Am kind of You.
Am God . . .
     King of the universe,
     Lord and Creator of all,
     Friend come close and generous gift-giver,
     Lover . . . in spite of me.