I don't know why You love me. But You do.
I wonder why I don't feel alone in all this. But I don't.
I don't know how You make me feel whole. But You do.
I don't know how to explain this peace. Because I can't
You are my everything.
I used to say it, but now I mean it.
What you have for me isn't just better.
It's everything.
When it feels like no one loves me. You do.
When it feels like I'm all alone. I'm not.
You give me peace.
I can't explain it.
But you can, and you do.
I wonder why I don't feel alone in all this. But I don't.
I don't know how You make me feel whole. But You do.
I don't know how to explain this peace. Because I can't
You are my everything.
I used to say it, but now I mean it.
What you have for me isn't just better.
It's everything.
When it feels like no one loves me. You do.
When it feels like I'm all alone. I'm not.
You give me peace.
I can't explain it.
But you can, and you do.
Comments
There's such a great sense of accomplishment when you get big cleaning and organizational projects done! I find myself standing in front of my closets or cabinets smiling...I'm so weird!
I was just "telling" Mrs Mac how much I enjoyed my garden in Nebraska many years ago. I LOVE to can also! I need to get my Pressure canner in and make sure the pressure gauge is accurate before I start using it this summer. That's another thing that's weird about me is how I smile when I look at all of the rows of canned pints, 1/2 pints, wide mouths...sad isn't it? Ha Ha
Connie