.....is my rock....my Jesus...those everlasting arms.
Piled on top, layer after layer, are emotions.
the emotions I'm feeling trapped in,
pushing aside to wade through
cobwebs of fear,
heavy sorrow,
and {seemingly} endless pain.
Because He's here with me,
I'm calm at the Center,
grounded in the Truth,
yet still sobbing on the surface.
.
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2 Corinthians 6:9-10
...dying, and yet we live on;
beaten, and yet not killed;
sorrowful, yet always rejoicing;
poor, yet making many rich;
having nothing, and yet
possessing everything.
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This reminded me of a few quotes from a book recently given to me...
"At the heart of a cyclone tearing the sky
And flinging the clouds and the towers by,
Is a place of central calm;
So here in the roar of mortal things,
I have a place where my spirit sings,
In the hollow of God's palm."
Edwin Markham
My depths are held by peace. The surface may be disturbed; it's the depths that count."
E. Stanley Jones
Love and prayers~
Roberta
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