August 14, 2012

what is real...

Some things are tangible... real beneath our hand.
A quilted blanked that has stood the test of time. Her face still fits in the palm of my hand. His laughter shakes the sofa. The dinner he prepared steams in front of me and tastes divine.
But some things are too far to reach, and doubt can slip into the space.
A friendship across the miles. The dreams I dream.

But His glory... it is real. And once in a while He paints a picture and lets His love for us reach right through it. And I can feel it, heart and soul.


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1 comment:

Busy Bee Suz said...

Love this....your words and thoughts are so touching.
Your photos; profound as well.
XOXO