power
Something I mulled over while crossing the street. Well...a part of this anyway.
People don't just heal. They are healed. Yeah. Someone does it. Someone begins the healing---the Hand that has been on your shoulder the whole time; it finally squeezes you back to Hope. Back to Faith. Back to Warmth. People find strength to move on and pick up pieces, because there is a Source of strength that has been waiting for them to draw this whole time.
It's amazing, how strong people could be without their knowing it, how they could move forward and not even realize that they have already gotten somewhere. They just figure it out when the moment comes when they realize, hey, I'm looking back! That means it's actually over! It's fascinating. People are strong, because all it takes to be strong is a desire to be strong. They desire to get up and they do. They decide to go on and they get to places. One whisper--granted.
We can't be "just human." That doesn't justify us. That doesn't justify our powers, our capabilities. We're humans, Smiled Upon and Favored, significant enough to be Watched---Blessed. We can be so amazing, and we are. Besides, our Father is so great. It must run in the Family.
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