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You find God in the most unlikely of places:
In the still, darkness of the quiet room where people doze softly between periods to work. They nestle into the leather, the soft material creasing gently under their warm skin. The air is soothing and light yet with the heavy depth of sleep permeating the stillness.
In the sparse, empty quarters of the rehab room where she sits on the spindly chair with her paperback a few inches from her nose. She peers intently at it, so absorbed in the print, the letters, the words, the story that she doesn't even notice us coming to the door to make sure she is alive and well. She is finally calm enough to beat that anxiety.
In the trendy and rather modern decorated areas of the family room where the family sits in the chairs, pondering and listening as the primary confronts them about their issues. Yes they are a family but she wants more. She needs to have that grace that I so yearn for folded into her life.
In the stark, transparent kindness that is shown to me as I nearly break down and cry several times. The release of letting the darkness out of my heart leaving room only for the goodness that is to come. The joy that is expressed through the silly things said, the broken darts thrown and the London Fogs sipped as one gets locked in the bathroom.
He is etched into everything- you may just not see him.
In the still, darkness of the quiet room where people doze softly between periods to work. They nestle into the leather, the soft material creasing gently under their warm skin. The air is soothing and light yet with the heavy depth of sleep permeating the stillness.
In the sparse, empty quarters of the rehab room where she sits on the spindly chair with her paperback a few inches from her nose. She peers intently at it, so absorbed in the print, the letters, the words, the story that she doesn't even notice us coming to the door to make sure she is alive and well. She is finally calm enough to beat that anxiety.
In the trendy and rather modern decorated areas of the family room where the family sits in the chairs, pondering and listening as the primary confronts them about their issues. Yes they are a family but she wants more. She needs to have that grace that I so yearn for folded into her life.
In the stark, transparent kindness that is shown to me as I nearly break down and cry several times. The release of letting the darkness out of my heart leaving room only for the goodness that is to come. The joy that is expressed through the silly things said, the broken darts thrown and the London Fogs sipped as one gets locked in the bathroom.
He is etched into everything- you may just not see him.
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