You're Loved {Coffee for Your Heart}




{an original poem}

 even when your hair looks a fright
even when you give up on Me
even when you cry alone in the night
--I wonder when you’ll finally see
that
even when wrinkles adorn you
even when your eyes look haunted
even when you’re not a size two
--My love remains undaunted
and
even when hormones undo you
even when you have lost your place
even when grey skies won’t turn blue
--there is still even more grace
so
even when you cannot hear Me
even when rain falls from above
even when you can’t see clearly
--there’s no reason to doubt you’re
loved

----
(via Holley Gerth)

Comments

  1. ~Karrilee~ from Abiding Love, Abounding GraceJanuary 15, 2014 at 11:57 AM

    Beautiful! This is so beautiful! We are neighbors today and I am so glad I stopped by!

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    1. Lydia HartJanuary 15, 2014 at 12:14 PM

      Thank you, sweet Karrilee! I'm thrilled that you liked it. Makes me want to have real coffee with you.

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  2. BARBIEJanuary 15, 2014 at 6:37 PM

    Such beauty here! So thankful I found you through Holley's link up!

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    1. Lydia HartJanuary 15, 2014 at 7:16 PM

      If one could hug through computer screens, Barbie ... You bless me so!

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