Yes, the buds of the fruit trees are breaching their wintry hold. The life and delicate beauty I could never engineer. I am happy to marvel, sometimes too insecure and scared to involve myself. Zander is happy to tinker with what all God has give him stewardship over. The yard is a bonsai challenge and he studies it, prunes it, bends it to his will and also to what he believes to be its natural destiny. Its nice to have Zander teaching me how to be. To be.
To be
content yet hungering
convicted yet full of grace
solid yet mysteriously nuanced
I don't intend for him to sit on a throne of sappy compliments :) I do love him, and know that he is because God is.
I lamented over what was not. I wanted to walk in paradise. I forgot I was walking and more often than not being carried by Paradise Himself.
Honestly, (and gee, zander, I don't know if you're aware of this *wink) but I lust after trees. I exult their brittle branches to godlike stature. I could delve into my weird self as to why I do this, but talk about a big yawn for the majority of people. Needless to say, I am a bratty and grateful girl at the moment.
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