So Close, November 7, 2025

At his age, all Hup could do was imagine running with Gracie along the King’s Highway. While his wife was in the laundry room, Hup was so invigorated that he knew he was headed home. 

“Thank you Lord,” he thought. “I called out, ‘Draw me, and you answered. Yet even that call, you inspired. As I travel the King’s Highway, I see the imprints your flocks grazing in the verdure of the hillside. I see the nail imprints of your feet, guiding my steps. I see your hands lifted in praise and adoration of your Father – who art in heaven – hallowed be His name. 

“Today, I’ll pitch my tent… my body, your temple… where Gracie can play with the children beside the shepherd’s tents. I know I can make this run because you Lord are my strength. You work within me your will. You empower me so that even in my old age I can run with the vigor of a company of horses in Pharoah’s chariots.” 

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Your righteousness bejewels me – a diversity of precious stones on my cheek. My cheeks are now meant to turn for either slap or kiss. Gold chains adorn my neck – my neck elongated for beauty, and yes, possibly martyrdom. I am my beloved’s, and my beloved’s is mine. 

“My path is well marked… you have placed me within its borders of gold, with silver studs of silver placed as mile markers to mark not only the distance you’ve drawn me, but the passage of years.”

“How I long for you, my Lord.”