Weight of Love
To single out blessings is to wonder about in the joy of a breath! It feels almost impossible to explain what has happened during that moment. The weight of love comes out of hiding and the mind watches it bloom. My emotions are soaring into old words, new life within them. It takes a ride on the vocabulary search and stops and goes are valued. The choice for this extraordinary moment of demand has got its victory, I am all in the focus. I can do this, and yet without acknowledging God as the ultimate source I am in its circle of too many, too much to explore. So Word, His Word gives me a power I am blessed to find - given as the ultimate source spoken to me before I can give memory to its beginning. Mom was convinced it held all the blessings one would ever want or need. To find, as I look back, that I had a mother who insisted I listen, read, carry, this Word into my everyday life, this has my attention this morning. It has continued to be the greatest blessing to live and fi...
