life...

i weep, not for the life lost but the life left. people live so broken. old wounds ulcerated by unforgiveness. if i could i would massage their heart...let it feel caressed for a moment. initiate a solution of love into their veins. that they might know Him. that they might know His love. perhaps my heart is healed only for now, only for this moment, but i feel whole...and only by His grace do I feel loved. how can i ignore His hand in my life? like a child i accept my Father's hand... let Him whisk me high above the land and rest for a moment in the truth that He says. I am His. I am good. and there something to hope for... so love..love...love... until the end.