They fall, overwhelmingly can persist, cascades heavily sometimes. What soul can contain it, what heart can restrain it; what will inevitably be? Some days, whether debates the time, the place, the moment. The forecast certain, particulars unbeknownst, how much, how often, how soon? Today, will tomorrow be, draped by clouded complexities? When the sunshine retreats, the veil lifted, the heart gets pierced. The revaluation ensues, one by one, they fall. A little, a lot, sometimes; when it reigns, it pours. Puddles don’t, necessarily represent only what has developed, but what has aspired. Its existence, can never be denied, the presence is felt. Tears, fall to reveal the joy, the sadness, our humanity!
WCR
A Love Story! 
Love this Warren: “…when it reigns, it pours. Puddles don’t, necessarily represent only what has developed, but what has aspired. Its existence, can never be denied, the presence is felt.”
What a powerful message! 🥰🙏🏼😊
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Wonderful to hear it resonated! 🙏🏽
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Oh yes Warren, it did resonate my friend. ☔🙏🏼🤗 Thank you!
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Tears- that language that God understands.
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Indeed!🙏🏽
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What is it that we have allowed to ‘reign’ on our lives and in our hearts…and has it caused us to grow and prosper in our walk with Jesus??
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When His love reigns, our heart pours!
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