Sometimes, fear, says we need to cover up our flaws, hide them deep inside. Flaws, will never tell the story; what a heart has to overcome. The battles we face, fortifies our resolve. To put our flaws on notice, that they don’t define our worth. Words cuts deep, sometimes, but that’s the beauty with our scars. They don’t have the power, to change a heart’s posture, we show how beautiful we are… inside. As imperfect as they are, weakness can become strength, with a change in our perspective. Even if, no one can relate to unique quirks, in your imperfection. Denial, can’t change our humanity; the same red blooded river, flows through every beating heart. Sometimes, when we look in the mirror, reflection bares our insecurities. But, we don’t have to hate, the way it makes us feel. Flaws, will never make it easy to strive, but embracing them, helps the heart thrive, not just survive. Some hearts, think flaws derail everything, but only becomes something, if we give it power. Blemishes, shouldn’t be able to change anything, but our perception, a flawed definition of everything. Some days, we get a bit unsure, if flaws will humble, or make our sure crumble. Many rivers we cross, and sometimes, tears weigh on our heart. Making it that much harder, to get to the other side, of the ocean. You don’t, have to know how to walk on water. Just have enough faith, to believe there’s a sure, in the horizon. Flaws don’t make, so therefore don’t let it break, your enduring hope!

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She, was born a fighter. Pound for pound, her heart, as endearing as they come. Her endurance, would be tested, her love strengthened. The seventeen year battle, a lifetime of pain, takes its toll. Some days, you bet it’s a struggle, but, our faith is real. Two thousand and eight, the doctor approached, and said; “you shouldn’t still be standing, yet alone breathing.” The issue, her blood; a massive clot, should have already taken your life.” He marveled, he wondered; “what’s keeping her up?” She laughed, under her breath said; but God, staying vertical. And so, she looked at her finger, the ring; knowing she had someone in her corner. A man, the love no myth, the legend would be; till death… True love, not about the stamina, but the heart, and the pledge. During, the decade long fight, an underlined complication, waged an intense assault. An aggressive contender, began a profound campaign. Trying, to rupture her voice, take her sight, collapse her lungs, fracture cognitive harmony. In this last battle, the blow was to her head. And, her legs gave out, and down she went. The doctor’s diagnosis, her condition caused, a rare kind of stroke, partial left sided paralysis. But, the towel wasn’t thrown, and who’s keeping score, or what’s even in the cards? As, long as she’s still breathing, and able to get back on her feet, the fight will continue; one day at a time. Fear, will never get her to believe, continuing is impossible. Every day, she dares, to show herself; her faith, makes it possible. Six weeks ago, she could barely move her left side. Last week, she once again had full range of motion, in her left arm. This week, she stood on her own for the first time, and with assistance from a walker, she’s walking. Her heart, defying the notion, her Will had no power. She’s, rehabilitating her worth, building her confidence; my wife, she’s a fighter!

This post is an updated, and lays out a bit of the history, what my wife has been fighting over the years. There’s no doubt about it, she’s a fighter, with someone forever in her corner, not willing to throw in the towel, or away our faith. It’s been six weeks since, and she’s fighting her way back, and will hope be home, in three to four weeks, ready to fight the next contender. Working two jobs, visiting her every day, sometimes twice a day, takes a lot out of you. But, my heart will continue the beat, until she’s home!

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Sometimes, it seems life is trying to break you, like faith is letting you down. Leaving your heart in a place, where it feels like there’s no escape. Where, it seems hope has left you high and dry. The tears won’t fall, bitterness welling, but that’s when, you pour out another portion; love. You, can be so sure of yourself, but breathing is not so easy, in a toxic world. When tomorrow, may look just like today; misty eyes. The heart, breaking to see, the state of our humanity. The pain is felt, oh love, hear my appeal; what’s blinding you? Dreams imploding, indifference emboldened. Hearts, lying still in the dark, not letting in the dawn, the full light come in. The soul hiding, anxiety feeding, love slowly fading. Fear, wanting to break your spirit, waiting to steal your confidence. I’ve seen this, in loved ones, but this I know; burdens won’t break me, will never sway my heart. Though the tears fall, I stand tall, stand with, stand by. Until, courage whispers in the fight, stand strong. Love, has a profound role to play, be a shoulder to lean on. If, ones Will doesn’t break, then, one’s promise to be there, will never be broken. Be a heart, that will be faithful, through every season. I’m here to say, love is the most tangible thing; physical, or spiritual. Hope is found, in the arms of love. Even if, you don’t know who you are, today. Every season, has a reason, every battle a purpose; teaches resilience. If it seems, life is breaking you? Still reach out your heart, extend your hand, be faithful to love. There’s no breaking Will, when you know, fear can never break a heart, trenched deep in love. In the trenches, where, the greatest battles are won! Jun 21, 2023

Here’s a bit of the context, to what this love is based, why my heart has words. This summer, will be thirty seven years, the heart to heart encountered. The summer of 86, when I knew her love, would Always be. Sure, over the years there were conditions, factors, situation, feelings. But within the ambience, God’s love, our frame of reference. Circumstances, we all face them. Events playing out, giving a glimpse, into what happens in our lives. They make a statement, give you an idea, but not always the understanding. Will the love last, rise up with strength, or crumble, underneath the breadth? Profound love, lives in the depth, breathless. When the soul feels, the heart bleeds, the love flows, reveals love’s crimson hue. Ain’t no way, better or for worse, will ever cease to be, the essence of my vows. Always, the song our hearts will dance to. Then, when our hearts were wed. Now, in every moment shared. Forever, what will proclaim, our endless love!

Some of you have probably noticed, I haven’t been posting on my regular days, or reading. I don’t share the details, to what my family and I face. I shared my daughter’s passing, two years ago. My post shares the love, what my soul has experienced, in my fifty plus years. I like to focus, on Love’s positive side. Real talk, here’s some context. For the past 15 years, my wife has been battling a condition, which attacks different parts of her body. In the past four years, she’s been in the hospital every year. She’s been in there, for over a week now, with a new issue; loss of partial movement, in her left arm and leg. She was also in there, a few months ago in December, for two weeks, for something else. When she is home, she’s in bed 80% of the time, being as strong as she knows how. I won’t go into detail, during the week day; my day starts at 6:30 am, and ends at 1:00am. Looking after her, the home, working two jobs, blogging, writing, reading; my days are full, but never overwhelming. Two months, before our daughter passed, in 2021, my wife spent three weeks in the hospital, and almost died on the way; but God. Like I said, I don’t usually share these kinds of things, but thought this little glimpse, would encourage someone. Love in action, shares the vulnerability, cares within the vulnerable moments!

For the last few years, from time to time, she has asked me; not to leave her. But the truth is, where would my love be, if I turned my back, on part of my heart. Always, Forever, never ponders the notion; what if? Wholeness is, love being wholehearted. Perhaps, you can understand my why; the context to my words. My heart will never be ready, let her go, let the love wither. Love within a perpetual bloom, deepened by the root. Tears become the water, letting the heart be the continuous light, revealing love’s breathtaking beauty!

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Even when, you find yourself lost, you can still be, present in mind, body, soul. A heart lost, finds itself, when love reminds you, who you are. A soul, exist to be enlightened, by love’s intrinsic nature. Love, what gives the heart a reason, to smile. In the searching, in the pressing, in the finding; the embrace. In the meaning, the becoming, the being; free to be. In the pushing, in the tugging, within the back and forth; what the heart perceives, what the mind concedes. Strength is found, to walk every day, in freedom. In the knowing, in the embracing; the living. We all lose ourselves, for a minute, but in those moments, be empowered. Let your soul take flight, on the wings of love. Even a lost, broken child can find purpose, in your own time, and space. When, you see yourself, the way love sees you. It’s not mind over matter, it’s what the heart believes, that matters. In the enlightenment, in loving of self transplanted, a flower blooms. It’s okay, to tell yourself; I’m in love with who I am, in the here and now. Love builds the future, restores the past. True love for yourself, a divine intervention. Life, takes a toll, but peace in heart and soul, makes love whole. Tears, don’t mean losing control, joy makes quiet streams, become love’s tranquil river. Faith leads, hope keeps, love leans; the heart dreams. Brokenness, hides in plain sight, strength lies in knowing; your worth. Excepting yourself, the path to living, your best life!

Love, can’t sell your soul, what your heart, is not willing to buy. Learning, to love yourself, is the greatest love of all. The perception is, you have to find yourself, to know who you are. The truth is, knowing who you are, is believing in the love, you find within. Believing, the confidence to attain, what may seem impossible. Finding, the heart seeking to behold, what’s possible. Sometimes, the heart has to circle back. Not to retrace missed steps, but see how far, your belief has progressed. Finding your self confidence, not a place, but a state of being, content. Pounding the pavement, won’t break glass ceilings. Every day, your heart has to rise up, and beat, push through the barriers. Perseverance, the key to unlocking the mind, opening up the heart, to the possibility. Love is more gifted, a heart more representable, the soul more accomplished; than what a tainted lens, will make known. In loss we find, how to reclaim, a miss placed self worth. Searching the heart, how you realize every heartbeat, has an imperfect rhythm. Slowly, but surely, how we all get there; your place in life, your quintessence. And, when your soul has arrived, believing in yourself. Where you find your worth, was never lost!

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