|||||alison krauss sweet voice wraps around me like sweetpea tendrils in moonlight||]|
starry nights seen from way up high, above the fake lights
long lake-side bike rides
lovely ladies to hug on muggy days
little kiddies to lug around in bye-bye-buggies
free cheese curds
new song words
comforting and challenging conversation
plenty of drama, emotion, and healthy confrontation
some overwhelming fears and tears
old people's stories, faded glories
sweet emails, walking trails
climbing towers, smelling flowers
...i'm gonna miss this summer. i'm already missing her...and him...and hiM...and hEr...and heR...
singing-clapping-swaying "Savior, you can move the mountains, you are mighty to save, mighty to save"...even me.
so...i lift my eyes to the hills that have to be climbed, and to the intangible but infinitely real face of the one who helps me, who never tires of being close to me, who always renews my hope that the next breath is worth taking and that i am worth taking it...
and gently breathe in a peace-full heart
and generously believe...you are a priceless work of art