The art of speaking life into someone always touches my soul deeply.
With your eyes you can tenderly speak volumes and saying nothing at all will rush deeper into my being than pages full of explanations. Still I long to hear how you shape your feelings into words of life and love. I feel safe.
A word unsaid can crush as cruely as the sloppy word over a cold shoulder.
My love flourishes like a tree planted near the water whenever you meet my soul and mine meets yours. How come we missed the moment to be tender with each other whith our words.
Rest my soul and drink from the living water, say thanks to God above who comforts you and sends you good things to cover all you need every day, every hour. Why do you look so far with restless eyes and search the horizon for the unkown. Have I not given you all with love, says the Lord?
Some people keep acting in movies of different directors, never playing a role in their own lives.
What if we stopped trying to be someone and started to write history with our lives,
words, kindness, patience, humbleness, care, gifts, giving, ...
The shadows in my life cannot show the smile I wore in my face. Neither my prayer life and the vision I never lost. The shadows are only dark and pitiful, then I stand up and now I am stronger to face the day.
Thoughts and photos my own, taken in Switzerland