A beating heart,
these rushing veins,
the rolling stomach,
my storming thoughts....
How I love date anticipation.
Almost as much as I love:
sunny afternoons after rainy mornings,
the ability to understand my sister's unnameable emotion,
knowing I will see my neph and nieceling this weekend,
coffee,
looking my counselor in the face and telling her that I feel I know myself again,
having my counselor look me in the face and tell me how graceful I am (HOLY ISHMAEL! She used the word graceful!... see below for context)
normal life. And knowing a little what normal life means...
So about my counselor. She told me I have lived gracefully. Over and over and over, over these years my prayer has been grace. Not just physical grace, but emotional, and spiritual grace. I have always wanted it. I felt confirmed. Loved. I felt grown up.
Props on a good day Jesus.
Hoping your evening tea tasted as good as mine and was shared with as lovely of a person...
b.
normal life. And knowing a little what normal life means...
So about my counselor. She told me I have lived gracefully. Over and over and over, over these years my prayer has been grace. Not just physical grace, but emotional, and spiritual grace. I have always wanted it. I felt confirmed. Loved. I felt grown up.
Props on a good day Jesus.
Hoping your evening tea tasted as good as mine and was shared with as lovely of a person...
b.
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