in great joys and in small,
in triumph and in loss,
in seemingly unbearable suffering,
in few words and in many,
in abounding hope and in terrible messes,
in horrible guilt and shame,
(he bore the entire load)
but not,
where he is not wanted.
Well, maybe even there.
We did not want him first.
And he descended into hell.
He is where two or three
are gathered in his name;
--and also where they are not.
They just don't know it.
(Thoughts while thinking over the potted hydrangea someone gave me, and the pleasure it gives me. Thank you dear God for the hydrangea and my friends.)
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