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When I was a small child, my mother made certain I called my godmother to thank her for the gifts she gave me. Aunt Francis always gave me a piece of my silver pattern, her generous gifts a bit lost on me at the time. My stomach tightened up like a rubber band ball as I picked up the phone to call her each and every July, after the birthday gift arrived. I stalled and delayed, until Mother prompted me one final time to make that call.
Aunt Francis had a severe speech impediment. It manifested itself with long periods of silence between words. (Join me at GraceTable for the rest of my post.)
Every shadow punctuates
Dots the landscape of now
With littered limbs of memory
Brought down in the cleansing
Bold strokes of every shade of grey
Written under the swirls of then and right here
Blink, they move
Sub-plot and backstory
Read from back to front
And between all lines
Hieroglyphics and dead languages
Signing with fingers from the sun’s burning
Written in plain sight
The story requires an interpreter
My eyes behold the pages
Written for today
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Join me today at Grace Table? My words and I are over there telling a love story. A story of love.
“It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was love very soon after we wrapped our heads and hearts around one important realization. Beauty lay behind the fringes of the dirt. Redemption could be found on the frayed edges of the brokenness. Restoration would require patience and sweat equity. It would demand waiting. And it would call for trust. But it would return much more than it could ever have asked of us.
This was a transaction of the heart. And we would be reminded that love wins every time.
Thank you, as always, for joining me at the table….(Click the link to read “The Greatest Of These Is Love”.)
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