Love, Master’s Way

He rarely says “I love you” to me.

Not in those words.

He says it when He comforts me from vanilla-life wounds.

When He says

Here’s what you do….when you need me, call me. Right then, right there. If I can answer, I will. If  I can’t, I’ll call you as soon as I am able. Got it?

He may not say the words…but it is woven through every text, every pinch, every bruise, and everything He does to, for and with me.

 

I love You, Master.