Oh for understanding each other
for accepting our differences
no, embracing them.
Oh for fulfillment
when we can serve others
and not feel depleted.
Oh for contentment with
our status
no striving for what’s our neighbors.
Oh for a deep breath
for rest
for no resentment.
Oh for a joy that
blooms in our hearts
and doesn’t depart.
Oh for shalom-
for feeling finally
at home.
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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 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. I'm sojourning.
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