One needs to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames are the hottest as to burn away all the impurities. His eyes never leave the precious metal and knows it is refined & finished when He can see His own image in it....May He see His image in me.

Thursday, January 4, 2007

To Breathe

My girls are here. I'm able to breathe just to have them with me. I realize God presents himself in many 'shapes & forms'. I am forever grateful for molding Himself in a comforting and tangible way during these first few days.

They are His hands, His hugs, His words, His comfort, His joy, His laughter, His peace.

I can see Him because of them. I am able to breathe.
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