Let me try. I’ll try to paint you a picture. It’s the time of day when the sun
is just beginning to drift back asleep. That time when the shining yellow of the
sun shoots through the green of the earth and turns it all to gold. You’re like
that. Like driving on a country road, everything is illuminated and you reach a
spot where you just need to stop because it’s so beautiful. You’re like that. Like
getting out of a rag-top red Beamer with your best dress on, your favorite shades,
your beautiful skin, your favorite song on the radio, your best hair day in months.
You’re like that. Like reaching the spot you saw from the road and sitting down
on a tree stump on an illuminated green and golden hill, watching the entire world
breathe in and out—you’re swallowed in peace and beauty—you’re made strong
again—you can finally breathe. You’re like that.

Like a vein from the body of Christ, because of you blood can flow, life continues,
and we can breathe. Thank you for your words of soothing love. When I hear
you speak I feel strong again. You’re like a compass, pointing us all in the right
place—home.

Posted on May 3rd, 2011
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