Life

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I wonder if you remember me.

I've been present in every instance of your life.  I was with you when you took your first breath; your eyes bright, your life spread out before you.

I delight in you.  I love seeing your face, hearing your voice, watching you grow.  I know every little thing about you.  What takes your breath away, what makes you angry, what you're really afraid of and how many times you've given up only to begin again.  There is no mystery in you that I cannot solve.

You have a knack for going from one thing to the next, waiting for your life to start.  You want desperately to truly live and you seek so much of who you are in places where you'll never find it. Those places leave you with a dismal contentment that comes and goes with the setting of the sun. I've cried with you in the darkest moments of your life, sat with you when you felt like you couldn't bear to take another step, when you thought you'd come to the end of yourself and there was nothing left.  I was there when you didn't see me or want me or could even sense I was there.

Do you know how much I love you?  I wish you could understand just how much of you is tied to me.  I AM your life.  I don't want a picture perfect replica of you.  I want your mistakes, your embarrassing moments, your compulsions, your weaknesses, your secrets.  I see them all.  I want all that is misshapen in you, everything you hide behind, try to satisfy or fix.  I'm not turned off by you and I don't hold any of it against you.  There is nothing you could say or do that could ever change the way I feel towards you.  You are a treasure of immeasurable worth.

Give me your days.  I want all of them.  I will restore you.  I will never leave you or forsake you.  I make all things beautiful.

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  1. Laurie HopkinsJune 30, 2015 at 1:04 PM

    Yes Lord! Thank you Angie! Love you

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  2. julie russellSeptember 22, 2015 at 10:18 AM

    It's Sept 22nd, the exact day I was to read this blog. I have not visited this field this year til today. Please keep writing Angie , you have no idea what the impact will be or when. Thanks Love Grand Manan Julie

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