i pause for a moment (before i dive into an ocean of buttons, right before me)
i lean back on my vintage swivel chair,
close my eyes. . .
the moment makes me know these for sure:
i am loved. right here. right now.
perhaps, more than i may never know,
or beyond what i may ever see. . .
i open my eyes,
and see my place differently:
i have what i need for this moment
and i am held in the arms of the one who will never let go.
thank you! ilysm, i know you know it! ♥ ♥ ♥
Photos of Dolorosa and the Carroza, circa 1930s
2 years ago
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