The fabric of who we are is woven together by the people we love and serve. Colors shine vibrant and true when mercy and grace shown to strangers abound. The most unlikely relationships repair and heal us in a way not unlike our Lord, who knows our faults and weaknesses yet still expects greatness from us.
Bending and swaying in the winds of change, our family and friends sustain us like no material possession can. Though we break and tear, small stitches and threads bind us to each other and hold tight against forces beyond our control…..hurt, pain, fake smiles and love, and rules.
The older I get the deeper my gratitude is for real persons, no agenda, no list, no expectations, no favors. Just pure, sweet, simple- like a child free from the constraints of society’s rules and laws and expectations and religion, that old time religion. God help us all if we do not start loving each other truly and purely- seeing the inner beauty of each man, woman and child, with eyes closed and hearts opened fully. We are missing life any other way.
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