Love Is Calloused (and Imperfect Prose)

The pastor is praying and the woman in the pew in front of me has an oxygen tank.

She’s breathing in and out and it’s soothing, but also jarring, because you don’t realize how much you need oxygen until you stop being able to breathe.

And I reckon the same can be said about love…

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3 Comments

  1. Your words seem to touch at the most needed of times. Crying.

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    • oh Rebekah may love wrap you tight today…

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  2. Without His love, we are nothing. Praise God for His unspeakable gift. Thanks as always for the moving post & for hosting & God bless.

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