I've been surprised often in my life during times of sadness and discouragement. When the load has been quite heavy, someone has come alongside to share the burden and walk a spell. These walkers and I have had quite a time. We've chatted. We've grown. We've laughed. We've loved. We've lost touch...
But we have lived in parts of the others' story.
I lived in your story. And you have lived in mine.
I know who you are. I know your names. Your voices. Your faces.
I would be remiss if I did not herein express my heartfelt gratitude for all those who have walked with me. We have traveled many roads and experienced a variety of seasons. I know that because of you my heart is strong from burden bearing. My hands are worn just so from holding yours in moments of comfort and prayer.
Memories are sweet, and painful. Scenes from the long past haunt me, but interlaced are patches of smiles, and hugs, and folded notes, and shared chocolate.
Thank you for loving me fiercely even though I am flawed. It's such a gift. The very best gift you can offer another soul. That, and a 5th Avenue, of course.
I look forward to all the future kindred spirits that will drift across my path. God is writing our stories for the perfect time.
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