Realizations:
I am loved. Very much.
I am not very good at receiving love.
I have great difficulty with trust.
I need to know how God sees me, to know exactly what His thoughts towards me are.
They are not my thoughts, they are not my dad's thoughts, they are not my friend's thoughts, they are not the thoughts of heart-breaking boys.
They are the thoughts of an infinitely-loving, all-knowing, ever-increasing-in-intimacy, all-time-forgiving, father that never leaves.
Tonight Thomas said he saw me covered in a foggy white, almost like the Holy Spirit was pouring over me in a protective covering. It makes me think of the sculpture at St. Ignatius Chapel of the milk being poured out of the golden bowl. I am being protected.
The second thing Tom had for me was for me to know that God is with me wherever I go.
Tonight was encouraging. Not an emotional high. Just a brother and a sister lifting me up with love, prayer and hope.
Thank you family.
Also, thank you Binocular for supplying the perfect background music.
Shout out to Galen.