maybe i spoke too soon,
sitting in my harshness,
only looking for
sharp edges.
what about the softness that
i claim?
did i recognize that in you?
i did, but i did not
acknowledge it.
i am sorry.
your incredibly tender heart
pulsing for
His Word,
the Gospel,
it moves you every time
you speak of it-
which is
a lot.
when is the last time
Scriptures brought
me to tears?
i love that in you.
i love that
you love my children,
speaking to them
in their language-
gentleness,
playfulness,
and laughter.
i love to see your
powerful form
on the floor,
submitted to the
tumble of little elbows
and knees
crawling on top of you
without
fear.
you are gentle.
you are a great story teller.
you do hold wisdom
found in rare
seasons of being broken
and then rebuilt.
that is wisdom i can respect.
i will focus more on these things
remembering that our Father
covers my own
multitude
with His love.
i can do the same.
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