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Love Came Softly and For Always

I have absolutely no idea how to express my thoughts this morning.  Really I am without words --- but something is deep within my heart and needs to come out --- so I pick up my pen once again and start to write.  These words are coming -- deep --- deep within myself.  There may not be many of them --- but they are meaningful to me --- very meaningful.

I set here in my modest little home that my dear, dear husband has made for me.  Life has been good for me.  I love our simple little farm --- our simple way of life.  As far as I know -- I am healthy and everyone around me.  I look around me and on one wall hangs two pictures --- pictures of two beautiful little families.  The families of our son and daughter.  The top of our piano is jammed with 8x10 pictures of smiling little faces--  our grandchildren.   Life has been good.

But as I write those last four words tears flow from deep within my heart and run down my face like rain --- but not for myself.  Wait -- I need to say -- for myself --- for my poor heart --- that is so use to its "comfort zone" that it has refused to look round and reach out to those in need --- that is until today.

I also cry for a heart that has taken so much for granted.  A heart that has not hugged a husband every morning -- or counted its blessings -- as she lays beside him at night --listening to his soft reassuring breathing.  A heart that wakes up each day to a beautiful sunrise over a quiet little farm -- made just for her.  A heart that has the remarkable privilege of two priceless little families she can call her own.  Six precious little faces that call her grandma.

Last night -- my husband and I-- had the wonderful privilege of watching a beautiful DVD that will live in my heart for always.  It took us to a precious little home where a young man cared for four young boys that were mentally - challenged. As I sat there -- eyes glued to the screen -- my heart was laughing with them one minute and the next minute tears were pouring down .  Last night my heart learned a lot about unconditional love and the beauty of simple things.  My heart was overflowing with love for those young boys.  In that short hour with them -- they taught me more about the beauties of life and love than my 63 years of birthdays has ever done.  Their beautiful lives will live in my heart forever.

This morning I was given another very touching, beautiful privilege.  I was given a priceless blog to read.  It is written by a young mother and wife who walked beside her husband as he faced cancer and death.  I cannot tell you in words what her words did to me.  Her strength--her faith in  God--her tender love toward her precious husband--her will to face life alone.  I very much admire her --- and will visit her blog often because she is strength to me -- where my strength is weak.  She has shown me that God will be with you in your strongest storms.  I don't know her -- but she is proof that even a stranger can give you "wind beneath your wings" when you have forgotten to fly.

Well -- I know this post was very serious -- but last night and this morning I have learned many very serious lessons for myself.  I am very grateful that I had the honor of sharing in the lives of these dear people.  I will never again take for granted what I have.  My deepest prayer is that I will be wiling to let go of my own heart and let it fly out beyond my home to those who need a word of comfort-- a helping hand--- or even a hug-- a pat on the back--or a tender smile. I have a heart to give -- and I hope I can --just like these dear people gave to me.  I will remember you always

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  1. Very very touching and precious dearest Helen!

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  2. I've appreciated every "wake up call" that I've had in life! Thanks for sharing this that touched your heart so deeply...my heart was touched, too.

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