Yep, I still think of her. And them. And the truth.
I can’t change the choices I made, but reflectfully, I can adapt them at will, or cause new ones, twists, turns, and interweave. I enjoy the good things, the Godly things – less as a bully, as a way, as a path. So who is he, even she?
Jesus, sure. Mary, Mom, Dad, sisters, brothers. Especially children. Pets, plants, things of value, the good things!
I guess I’ve been a christian for longer than I can remember. I know I get caught up in fancy poems, prose and words on paper, this blog, my texts, in voice calls, in casual conversation. Today I know it is tomorrow too, and that means the first post, which I respectfully moved into another place, might be it. Maybe, it might just be another day. I respect that too.
So whoever you are, as a reader, and there are a few, maybe sometime future more – maybe you can still believe, in things like holiness, goodness, grace and some freedom from your demons, should you feel you have them.
And when the time is right, God presents the choice, and yes, sometimes we have to, we get to, we choose to bless instead of curse, instead of complain, argue, and especially – yeah. Let me. Let me know how to help you from now on. I’ve been a vigilante, a merc, a bodyguard, a secure sounding board. Let me speak, to know you, to know your truth. Mine is always changing, at least, a little. Between the mysteries and charms, there is a human here. I know that. Today I feel ok, great, fine, and well.
Thanks – I owe you something, as usual – just for giving me that peace that I know sometimes I do deserve, and I like to share it, wish to mostly, so let me. I allow myself now the time to thank you, to thank and praise you, Him, whomever we or what or how we believe – but it’s allowed. Belief is good, and that little spark, still is there, somewhere, if even hidden for a few moments between those exact things.
Merci.
Quand tu veux dire, tu est.
Comment ca va, and how are you, and all the nicest things, I wish for you.
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