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Peace....

I sit, stroll, work, hike, and stand in wonder, in awe at the works of His hands, not the least of which is the peace that permeates all I do...not the least of which is the love, the absolute acceptance of who I am that trickles in quicker each day until I find myself smiling for no reason other than I feel such contentment, such grace.

I find myself chuckling over little things that no one else would perchance understand, even perhaps look askance at the woman shopping with a spring in her step and a smile for any who come within her view.

Oh, I have bad days...rough moments...touch and go times, until I once again settle in to the arms of a Father who is never far...

I sit and view all that would or should give me pause, bring fear and worry, and feel nothing but faith in one who would see me through, out, and standing upon the mountain, rejoicing in the abundance of love, in the abundance of all my dreams and goals asked for.


I falter at times...stutter step...trip and fall, stumble over fakery, falsehood, cruelty and outright deception and manipulations...and yet, these only serve to harden resolve, to tighten up loose ends hoping for truth, for understanding...hoping to see what I believe each person to be until I am shown otherwise.

Then it becomes a moment for the rearview...shaking dust from feet and horror from shoulders bowed by disappointment...It is human to err, yes...but evil to set trauma upon trauma despite knowledge, or even because of it, taking advantage of those they view as less than, or vulnerable to attack.

They, those errant, truant, lawless ones become those who live in disappointment as the kindness gives way to fortitude and truth falls from lips of steel.

With dignity, with truth dear treasures we will effect change...with strength and courage to step into battle against those who would do nothing, and worse, heap more harm upon those lost and alone.

All things are possible...all things...

 
 
 

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