You are…
The healer of my soul, the guardian of my bruised spirit.
You are the One who accepts who I am despite worldly rejections.
You are the One who dries my tears when no one sees they exist.
You hear my silent cries and know my deepest hurt.
You are the One who is there beside me when I dislike the things I see reflected from my soul.
You call my name and refute those hurtful words, the condescending conversations, the thoughts that destroy.
You are the One who whispers in my ear…”Go on”, “Stand up”, Stand firm”.
You remind me of what is good in me that I cannot find and tell me it never went away.
You tell me it’s ok to be misunderstood.
You tell me to wait for understanding and seek it in all the right places.
You tell me I am and will be loved…and the wait will be worth every empty moment.
You look at my repeated mistakes and tell me I have learned from every one. You point out how.
You reach into my soul and choose the best and hold it as a mirror instead of what I choose to see.
You are the mighty redeemer of my soul!
You are the Rock on which I stand.
You are the reason I still stand and stand still amid a chaotic, whirling world.
You are the creator and conqueror of this world.
You are the purest love, never withheld, never bargained, never stained.
You are filled with tender mercies, cleansing forgiveness, freedom filled grace.
You are sure and true and constant.
You are exactly who You say You are and exactly Who I need.
I will tell your story and live my life in grateful praise until I breathe my last “You Are”.
Around the Table 
So glad to see you posting. I was getting worried, since I had seen nothing online from you or from emails. I see that you were busy “thinking thoughts.” You are such an excellent word master, but I am concerned that you are overly sensitive and that you thrash yourself unnecessarily. You remind me of my beloved Grandma Goldie’s attitude. She would come out of church and say, “Well, the preacher stepped on some of our toes this morning, but we need them stepped on sometimes.” That dear soul had NO sins, I’m sure. She was so pure hearted…just like you.
The Fides invited Wayne and me for lunch at Bluemont Winery (in VA about 45 minutes from here) yesterday. I don’t care for wine, but it was a beautiful place up the mountain and there was a nice breeze. They served all types of horderves and I had a small amount of strawberry sangria. Ok, but I would prefer plain lemonade. Only wine I really liked was from Germany…a Riesling. Nick’s mom was there too. They were going to drop her off at Dulles Airport on the way home for her trip back to CA. They took her for a few days to Williamsburg and Yorktown while here.
Wayne is here right now. We are both exhausted, but first I vacuumed, mopped the kitchen floor, washed a couple loads, changed sheets and fixed eggs, potatoes, bacon for lunch. (he got here late) Also spent much time enhancing photos we took yesterday, so I have the right to be tired. Wayne worries me. I have more energy than he does. He is tired most of the time..doesn’t sleep well and that is not good. Here is Zack and his two grandmas. One has a wig.
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On Sun, Jun 27, 2021 at 12:22 PM Around the Table wrote:
> lfhuling posted: ” You are⦠The healer of my soul, the guardian of my > bruised spirit. You are the One who accepts who I am despite worldly > rejections. You are the One who dries my tears when no one sees they > exist. You hear my silent cries and know my” >
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You work so hard, my cousin!!! What you call rest, I call a good day’s work!! I had many things to say these past couple of months, but it actually hurt to write…that left arm, from the shoulder dislocation, hurt to be raised at that angle. The Physical Therapy has helped me so much.
Thank you for your comments. can’t wait to see those photos.
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