He ~ the man I love. An explosion of the most frightening magnificence. Il est fort ~ and how this understates the incredible and breathtaking strength He possesses. And yet, despite His monumental strength, so many times I see the tender, sweet and contrite child in Him. With swells for eyes, and a trembling lip. The tears flow so readily and so instantly when sorrow or contrition reach in and stroke His spirit. A living, breathing, perplexing contradiction. And ... how I love Him. With every fibre of my heart and spirit. And every cell of my physical body. His beauty surrounds me. It bleeds into my soul and my psyche. I feel pretty, sexy, desireable in his presence ... and His presences envelopes and soothes me even in His physical absence. He. Me. We.
What more do I say?
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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This means challenging my self to compassionate, encouraging, genuine and hostile-free exchanges. It also means contemplating my reaction to the thoughts, feelings and expressions of others, prior to acting upon them. 
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