last night i thanked an old friend for his patience.
for the freedom to speak and watch his love filter my words. through our history, our humor, what we both count as worth.
it takes the all you hand over and sorts out truth and reason behind.
looks at coming from and going to and walks with you the whole way.
my gift is words written. sometimes i stumble over speaking to the point of abandon.
M who knows me best takes my tangled start then speaks my intention clear, true, out loud. my heart knows peace in the gift of it.
it takes your heart speaking and lets you know heard.
it finds best fit so that hope and happening stand on common ground.
in the same way the spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words; and he who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the spirit is, because he intercedes for thesaints according to the will of god.
romans 8:26-27 (NASB)