My soul is your breath
Breathed into me
My heart is your love
Beating inside of me
My spirit is a flame
Of your eternal power
My life is a moment
Of eternity
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Empathy
Yesterday I was upset with my son for getting his punctuation wrong. I am always such a bossy mother, telling him to do this, do that, do the next thing. Please.
This evening I came home in tears. Always feeling a failure, never really fitting it, being socially awkward and introverted. Being technically weak in a technical role.
My son came and sat with me in my room. He rubbed my back for me and comforted me. The others in the house continued what they were doing.
And I thought to myself. My son’s heart touched mine. He entered into my pain. He had and has always had a special gift of empathy. We are born with souls. Sometimes it gets crowded out. At the end of the day, who cares about punctuation? What does it really matter?
To Brighten the Day
Hand Upon My Shoulder
(Steve Hofmeyer)
The Lord’s my Shepherd
David cried
I’ll desire none
Down in pastures green I lie
Where peaceful waters run
He gives new life within me
He leads me where I want to be
Even though I go
Through valleys of death
I fear no evil ’cause I feel
Thy rod and staff will comfort me
In the presence of my enemies
Prepare a table just for me
Anoint my head with oil
My cup overflows
Love and goodness unfailing
Will always follow me
All the days of my life
Let me live with Thee
The fire once took me far beyond
When black was burning gold
Will I still play the part of men
Or boys who don’t grow old
‘Cause what is known by days to come
Is known by God and not by some
Who fake their hope in man
‘Cause once I bowed and begged my breath
For he who died before his death
And blamed it all on God
God understands
Through love and goodness unfailing
I too can understand
That all the days of my life
Are counted upon His hand
You’re here, though not in person,
still you father, me in thought
But Your hand upon my shoulder
Is a hand that can’t be bought
You’re here, though not in person, but your voice can still be heard
Like David, we’re all forgotten
But remembered in our
Words
Agapanthus
Aren’t they beautiful?
Tenacity
Sometimes one is needing tenacity to get through what one needs to get through in life. Such example for me this morning. I failed at something. I had to solve a few problems, and I solved none. In short, I failed. Again. I burst into tears. But fortunately for me, I’m used to failure. And picking myself up again. Because it’s boring and tired on the floor.
So this afternoon and evening I solved all the problems. I could and I did. It might be too little, too late, but for me, I have closure. I can say I can do something. Because I could and I did. My tears have dried. I am feeling happy (as much as).
And I can say this for myself. I have tenacity.
Summer’s Arrived
Look what I found in my driveway yesterday!
Victory
God loves you
And He loves me
His grace abounds
Forgiveness free
I hear His voice
I feel His touch
Joy overflows –
Sweet victory
Remorse
I did something so terrible and shocking and inexplicable that I cannot even explain how or why or what I was thinking, except I wasn’t thinking, only driven by an emotion greater than myself, that I have no defense and the only bright part is:
I never killed anyone
(Or hurt a child, because that’s even worse than killing someone)
Woman
A woman took my hand. Wrapping her arms around me I could feel her soft skin, and delicately perfumed scent. Her long straight hair brushed over my arm as she leaned over to plant a kiss on my cheek. So unexpectedly. So very different to a man. So gentle and enticing. I lost my breath.
