When I feel the need to defend myself to the universe,
words fall flat.
There are never enough words to balance out the weight of weakness, the sting of sarcasm, so why not be content to let criticisms fall where they will,
knowing that Maker picks them up and carries them in His own woundedness.
But
somehow I feel like my limping justifications and explications carry more weight in the bigger scheme of things.
But
they only fuel the contempt railed against me. So
I will rest—help me rest in You.
Apronhead 
Beautiful image.
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A cymbidium orchid of mine that is blooming right now. So much beauty!
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You must be on right now since I am seeing your posts quickly. Bedtime here. Night. 🙂
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Lilly, are you familiar with the writings of Henri Nowen? Some of your writings bring his life and his writings to mind.
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Deja vu?
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Lilly, are you familiar with the writings of Henri Nouwen ? Some of your writing brings to mind his life and some of his writings.
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I have several books of his and have always identified with the way he expressed himself with regard to struggle. I have not looked at them for some time, so this is a good reminder to dust them off.
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Reblogged this on Apronhead.
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