m.o.G. I see you
m.o.G., you interpret my frustration as the inability to understand you-give to you-submit to you... But you are wrong; I do understand. Furthermore, I love you-I need you, care for your very breath and the steps you make...the steps you venture to take... I love you.
You are my lion, my king, my lover, my friend... I'm just tired and sometimes kneeling makes me sore so I lay prostrate at the alter, the gate, in the market place and at home for Gods grace to enter in and be maintained, because m.o.G., I love you...
I see you and rejoice in the spiritual echoes of your joy. I know when to step back honoring and creating a safe place for you to be vulnerable, in and out of the glory of God... I know the seasons in which to avert my gaze when you can't talk, can't share, just keep it all locked up inside.
But know I am always there in strength, in prayer, in love. I love you.. A thousand times, I love you...
M.
Monica Handy
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