This post is really a reply to THIS POST. Georgia, you have been an Instrument tonight by sharing your witness with the blogosphere. I'll add my witness, too--in Karen Peris' words--I choose to believe because there is too much light to deny. How else do you explain a tender mercy like your words touching hurt hearts at just the right moment on just the right day?
He loves us, He is aware of our heart aches, and He waits for us to choose to invite Him in. He waits for us to allow ourselves to feel His love. He waits for us to let go of the "developmental harm" and embrace the fullness and healing He offers. Neal A. Maxwell said our will is the only thing that is ours to give and every day I am striving to loosen my grip and hand it over.
This barren July
We both wake up so dry
That no more tears can leave us.
And all we've found
Are roads we can't go down,
Eyes on a day we can't see.
I hope it comes, I hope that water comes
And drenches us in our clothes.
The world at night
Has seen the greatest light.
Too much light to deny.
You never know,
you never really know.
And you can't have people figured out.
One friend came in out of nowhere,
with lit sparklers in both her hands for me,
And saved the day
When I had run away
To envy and black feelings.
And the world at night
Could see the greatest light.
Too much light to deny.
July, July,
The man I love and I
Will lift our heads together.
July, July,
I've seen the greatest light.
To much light to deny.
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