Sitting on the old familiar couch, looking out the old familiar patio windows at the old familiar garden beyond. Memories of childhood, in this same position. The same person I am now...yet so different.
Hearing an electric, or power, tool grinding away next door. A saw? A hedge-trimmer? A lawn mower? Someone is not observing the sabbath, or Mother's Day.
Dimensions of reality. Perceptions of the present and the past. I feel I am operating in a split level universe here, with fuzzy borders everywhere and a real need for patience, kindness and love.
An atmosphere of love creates a matrix of safety. That is what I want to leave behind here when I finally leave. An atmosphere which encourages the sense of a safe haven and a confidence that all is well.
God is love. He is the matrix in which we live and move and have our being. Lord, be in us, around us, through us, over us, underneath us, saturating our every moment, our every thought, our every action, our every expression.
An atmosphere of love creates a matrix of safety.
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