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Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Holding Hands

A simple love.
Our chairs pushed together so we can watch the game.
Holding hands.
Because we've been pushing through some hard walls lately.
And it comes again to this.
Just that love keeps showing up.
Believing all things.
Hoping unto death.
My shoulders and me.
Bond servants of Jesus Christ.
Walking this strange, strange land.

Holding hands,

Bernadette

1 comment:

  1. "And it comes again to this. Just that love keeps showing up." Yes. YES. I have been learning this, too, and oh, what hope there is in knowing that He always shows up and it's all He asks of us, too. Beautiful.

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