I have met a friend who lives in Vietnam. Her writings are refreshing. We share emails. We share a lot in common. And yet, we are miles apart, worlds apart. She rides a bike. I drive a car. When I am about to start my day, she has just finished viewing the beauty of the sunset. We do both like the same type of music. We do both like to write and have a hunger to learn.
I find some days are tougher than others for me. You too? That kind of thing happens to most of us. Then I find an email from her, my friend, and all that was a burden disappears for the moment and gives me strength that I lacked.
If I were in space( not gonna happen) and I viewed the Earth, I would find it small. I could most likely cup my fingers together and form the shape of the planet we live on within the small circle my fingers would form.
But from the view here on Earth, the world is huge and so seem my worries. I wish I could see my world more often, through the eyes of Jesus. I wish I could more often, feel the comfort that I get when Jesus holds me. I am glad for the people and the things He places in my life, the good and the not so good.
Today, at this moment, as I prepare to embark on a journey I don't want to take, I will go with more strength from the touch of His hand in mine and thank Jesus for the friendly email I got this morning, that arrived in His perfect timing.
The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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- Me - Who and what: a woman overflowing with ideas and a need to put them into words. Why - For me to express. To share with others. Everything from very personal to random. Comments welcome and appreciated. Join my world.
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