Rock of Ages cleft for me, let me hide the shame of what was done to me and the shame of what’s become of me. Hide the tears and the wounds I’ve suffered, and those I have inflicted. Let the water and the blood cover me. Hide my anguish at the sin perpetrated upon me and the sins that I have embraced.
Rock of Ages cleft for me, let me hide.
Let not the labor of my hands deceive me, no restitution is found there. Only hiding in You will save me. I have nothing to give you, only my barren soul. To Your promise I will cling until at last I see You, my heart still singing, Rock of Ages cleft for me, let me hide.
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Today’s Five Minute Friday prompt is Real.
The things that are the most real are the ones hardest to quantify. You can’t hold them in your hand, unless you count holding hands.
When I was young, if you had asked me what was real I would have said houses or land, money in the bank, but I would have been wrong.
The real things are quick silver wispy bits, of no physical substance even while they are the weightiest.
You cannot actually see sorrow or hold passion, but there are few things greater and more substantial.
There is an unbendable strength to what is real.
Real things are absolute and do not change. Nothing can erase them once they exist.
Real things are evident when the heart looks.
Isn’t it odd how the firm and solid things, the truest and most concrete things of all are not definable things at all?
Yet they couldn’t be any more real.
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My boy finally got his paperwork on his first house in order yesterday. Soon he will pack the truck full and drive away to get settled in his new place. My house will not be his house anymore, but only mom’s. When he returns it will be for a visit and no longer the place he calls home.
Yesterday he told me, “I’m getting up in the morning and going to my house to shower.”
“No you are not,” I said. ”You will bathe before you leave. What if you get in a wreck?” He may be a homeowner now, but I am still mom.
He put new door locks on his house, and turned the water on. He needs a toolbox. I bought him tools years ago, but too many people in the house and not enough organization has rendered them community property.
He sent me pictures of the treasures the previous owner left behind. One picture of dogs and duck hunters, which he hung on the wall, several vinyl records, and some 33 cent stamps. He also sent me pics of his curtainless windows.
I have a chair matching the one beside my bed. It’s out in the shed. I think I will gift it to him. For when I visit.
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