5.04.2012

As Real As It Gets



Real. Smooth stones along the water's edge remind my feet of the reality that life is hard. But, beautiful.
I walk the edges of the ocean, sea mist touches my cheeks and I know I am real. Here now, present. Bringing every painful moment under His subjection. Brokenness is not a reason to hide. But to confide in the one who hears the wind that blows through my hair. Who numbers my hair and commands the breeze that blows. I know the word real to be rugged, tender, rough and smooth. I know the word real because it defines me so well. Not a beautiful smooth stone but in His eyes, yes. Beautiful. Broken, special. Real. I accept each stone as a gift. Reminders, each...of His constancy. 



Linking up with Gypsy Mama for 5 Minute Friday. It's easy...well sometimes. Sometimes I sit and stare at my screen and then time is up! But that's OK... it helps keep it real ! 




4 comments:

  1. Beautiful Dawn! Thanks for being real! You posted just before me on 5 Minute Friday. :)
    C.C.

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  2. you are the link after mine at 5 min friday. yes, we aren't often the smooth stone are we? i love that He looks at our darkness and still sees our beauty.


    my recent post: mostly human

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  3. I absolutely LOVE this post! BEAUTIFUL words!!!

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