"...and I know that you'll find, Love..."

i'm okay.

and it's okay to just be okay.

i'm okay in the way that is not the just-barely-surviving okay, but the better-than-i-should-be okay. i like this particular okay. it's like a life long friend that comes around when you really need it, the kind that knows you really well so neither of you have to say much because you just know. this kind of okay silently rides in the car with you on your way to work or school, sits next to you on the couch late at night when everyone else is asleep, patiently waits on the kitchen counter as you make dinner for just yourself, always seems to be there even when you get too busy to pay attention...

this kind of okay whispers its language of calming when suddenly things feel like they might not be okay, to remind you that they are.

i really hate to say it. i appall clichés.

but i think this kind of okay might be Jesus.

this kind of okay doesn't require that you be great all the time or dandy or happy or fantastic or gee golly so swell.

he just wants you to stick with him, recognize he's there, embrace his constant presence, and in time let him possess (perhaps transform!) your heart.

i like that he's here. i think i'll let him stay.