The hand of God is all over my baby girl...even now when she's grown so much.
Her hugs and kisses are filled with the healing balm of Jesus. I wish I could dispatch her like an angel or a dove this morning, and send her straight into the arms of someone I cherish as dearly as my own soul.
These are the thoughts that pulse underneath as I look up from my work and remember to breathe. I had to write them down--put them out into the universe to be raised up to the very throne of God, like sweet smelling incense from a golden bowl.
A muse made me do it? Maybe. But I think it's just love.
A muse made me do it? Maybe. But I think it's just love.
I sure hope so...
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