You walked ahead
not knowing I was
thirty years behind.
I was nineteen
putting on a ring
promising till death.
You were forty-one
walking through the
valley of the shadow
ahead of me.
Three decades later
a block apart
our boundaries and times
cross providentially.
Silver hair ahead
of my fading blonde
bent over with tears
we cry together.
We bend holding
hand in wrinkled hand
breathing prayers
and petitions.
Kindred hearts
two souls bound by
the One who holds
our times in his hand.
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Hey, I'm Sheila, glad you're here.
A little about me: I'm a 40-something woman, wife, mom, RN, soap maker and wannabe suburban homesteader. I think better when I write. I've kept a journal since I was 9 and started blogging over 10 years ago.
I'm introverted, but I love people. I'm curious but shy. I'm contemplative and easily distracted. I feel deeply and know numbness. I want to make things right and I'm learning to let go. I wax poetic sometimes and often don't know what to say. It's complicated.
It boggles me that I am Christ's and he is mine. I gaze into the heavens and the Heaven-Maker's words, remember the hard things, fight depression, and long for home and King.
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