Real love means being vulnerable
Opening my heart might leave me bruised
True love means laying down my life
To choose another’s good
Real love makes me take chances
Against the worst of odds
It’s a rose grown by the well-traveled path
Blooms though it may be under-trod
Barely grown, yet standing at the alter
We were so young then, all those years ago
White with innocence and green with youth
So much life to come - what did we know?
Our sweet little Elias broke his collarbone last week. It was pretty rough to see him so pitiful and hurting. After his accident he wasn’t very responsive, which was so scary for me to experience so soon after Jonathan’s emergency surgery and ICU stay. At the ER I watched him being scanned by the same machines that had just scanned my husband and hooked up to heart rate and oxygen monitors, all of which felt eerily similar to what I’d just been though. As I sat in the ER room waiting for answers about our son, I wondered why God would allow this to happen as I was just finding healing from nearly losing my husband. I couldn’t hold back the tears as my precious son grimaced in pain and the surroundings took me back to those trying days in the ICU.
Read MoreMy soul has become languid
All passion lies dormant in my soul
Chilly winds have made me cold
Threatening to consume me whole
I’ve lost my taste, I hope for good
My soul is weary of things that don’t last
Wasting time on things like sand
One day here, the next withered like grass
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