We sit on the porch rocking in chairs worn smooth with life breathing in the beauty and brokenness of Your creation. You with me, I with You. Over the years you have made it habit to sit on my blind side, and have long since replaced words with silence, which initially shocked but has gradually opened me to trust beyond senses. Only later am I aware that as we sit, You slowly weave into me something that runs deeper than anything I’ve known and rings truer than the stars in the sky and the thumping in my chest. You with me, I with You. Like old friends on a porch. Wordless. Present. With. (Photo Credit: Warren Lucas) |
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January 2017
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