I've been checking pulses. Feet, knees, wrist and chest...and my own heart's beating.
So much change. Happenstance and choice. For one who committed to hold all things loosely- it's been a challenge to do so with joy. Yet today these words sang out in answer:
Spirit of God, descend upon my heart. Wean it from earth, through all its pulses move. Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art. And make me love Thee as I ought to love.
Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh; Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear- To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh: Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.
We are never without an anchor. We are never abandoned. Love always abides.
Love, felicia
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