I appreciate this poem so much. It makes me cry. I feel like a little child in an adult body who wants to make my mom and dad love me perfectly. To go back and "fix it". I understand a broken heart in that way. Thank you, friend, for touching me on a deep level with this one.
...love language barriers...swollen pasts...aching efforts...unrealistic expectations...
Passion fruit is a plant cultivated commercially for its fruit. The passion fruit is dark purple at maturity, with a soft to firm, juicy interior filled with numerous seeds. The fruit can be grown to eat or for its juice, which is often added to other fruit juices to enhance aroma.
"Every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Thus, by their fuit you will recognize them." ~Matthew 7:17-20
"Neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow. The man who plants and the man who waters have one purpose, and each will be rewarded according to his own labor. For we are God's fellow workers; you are God's field. God's building." ~ I Corinthians 3:7-9
"For we are to God the aroma of Christ..." ~ II Corinthians 2:15
I believe I have the gift of creating- that I'm an artist. I just recently started saying that and still not used to the sound of it and not 100% comfortable using the label. God blesses me with a vision, an image, of a piece of art. The only problem is my ability to get what I see from my head to something comparable for others to see. At times I want to draw something and can't visualize its structure so I will use clip art to get started. I have always felt that I was doing a disservice to the vision that I had when I created it on paper. Then after a wonderful "weekend" with friends I was encouraged and challenged by a bracelet that read, "Find your passion. Take chances." So, here is my attempt to take a chance on my passion. I pray that whatever God has shown me through these visions, He shows you and is glorified.
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I appreciate this poem so much. It makes me cry. I feel like a little child in an adult body who wants to make my mom and dad love me perfectly. To go back and "fix it". I understand a broken heart in that way. Thank you, friend, for touching me on a deep level with this one.
...love language barriers...swollen pasts...aching efforts...unrealistic expectations...
Will be wiped away.
What a marvelous promise. - Love you.
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