My mother always appeared to me as the shy one who is not afraid of letting out the squeal in her
My hearty laugh will continue to echo the world just like my mama’s. That, I am holding on to for dear life!
The servitude style; that’s another ball of wax
For a long while I patterned that trait to a t and got very good at doing except I started falling apart and I had to one day ask her. “How the hell do you that; how can you keep up this hiding in the shadows from heaven and still be at peace even though you were falling apart?” Her silent and intent look was sufficed. Putting herself on the back burner all the time; I still do not know how she did it!
I tell you God alone knows the pain some people carry inside and why!
Whatever her source of faith, I respect it very much if it is helping her make it through the day. It took me a very long time to accept all things as necessary for my own good
Since I did not want to let her die wondering like I thought I would have to die wondering, I have made my peace that since spirit cannot die there is no fear of the need to regret making choices and taking chances knowing that God knows. Probably that’s why it is fine that some things are still in the shadows. The mutual respect is our silent approval to be true to one another because after all there is really no reason to measure her parenting ability and sacrifice against the world’s roster because God already knows!
Sickness severed the servitude style in both of us. That’s another thing we have in common though manifested in some ways differently; some are , oh well some are maybe the residual trait that we continue to drag around lifetime after life time, hyper blood sugar and high blood pressure. That too we have in common
She carries in addition her very own sickness I have my very own and that already is too much to carry on and to pass on to posterity. All in all it took genesis and revelation to round up the book in the bible and so all that had brought her and me in God's creation is the same creator and that I have accept without arguments!
My hearty laugh will continue to echo the world just like my mama’s. That, I am holding on to for dear life!
The servitude style; that’s another ball of wax
For a long while I patterned that trait to a t and got very good at doing except I started falling apart and I had to one day ask her. “How the hell do you that; how can you keep up this hiding in the shadows from heaven and still be at peace even though you were falling apart?” Her silent and intent look was sufficed. Putting herself on the back burner all the time; I still do not know how she did it!
I tell you God alone knows the pain some people carry inside and why!
Whatever her source of faith, I respect it very much if it is helping her make it through the day. It took me a very long time to accept all things as necessary for my own good
Since I did not want to let her die wondering like I thought I would have to die wondering, I have made my peace that since spirit cannot die there is no fear of the need to regret making choices and taking chances knowing that God knows. Probably that’s why it is fine that some things are still in the shadows. The mutual respect is our silent approval to be true to one another because after all there is really no reason to measure her parenting ability and sacrifice against the world’s roster because God already knows!
Sickness severed the servitude style in both of us. That’s another thing we have in common though manifested in some ways differently; some are , oh well some are maybe the residual trait that we continue to drag around lifetime after life time, hyper blood sugar and high blood pressure. That too we have in common
She carries in addition her very own sickness I have my very own and that already is too much to carry on and to pass on to posterity. All in all it took genesis and revelation to round up the book in the bible and so all that had brought her and me in God's creation is the same creator and that I have accept without arguments!
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