Little pieces of you touch me
Soft whispers laughing in my ear
Geography tells me you’re gone
But you’re still near
I touch you in a thousand moments
It’s the way of love, I guess
A soothing, aching torment
Or a somnolent caress
Little pieces of you touch me
For no matter what I do
You are here in tender fragments
Those little pieces of you….
Janet Martin
When our friends moved they blessed us with boxes full of
Pieces of their life…
I was cleaning the stove and realized how often I think of them/ pray
Because of the little pieces they’ve left for us to touch.
Who knew a bottle of house-hold cleaner would be a prayer-reminder!
Collin, when you said ‘just take it’ you didn’t realize how often these gifts would remind me to pray! Jane, the food, the make-up, the bath products etc… your popcorn bowl!!
are little pieces of you!
Hope all is well.
And prayer is what we need as we miss, miss, miss our close, comfortable friends, go to interviews that seem in contrast to why we came, get a second medicine for a little ruptured eardrum but reach for the goal in front of us. God bless you, Janet, for your faithfulness to Him. I have been thinking of you too...
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