A ring bonded

Seeing how friends are. Surprised at the way
connections can be. So happy to have read something
that brings more joy to my eyes. A bond.

Improvements. None are selfish in motion nor do they
give way to a hidden lie. This to me is grand
knowledge to behold.

Such an uplifting few paragraphs about forgiveness.
I almost cannot sit still. I must speak here.

You are on a journey. A positive one. Every day you
gain strength where failure used to lurk. To that I am
immensely grateful of being a sliver of that growth,
even if I was the hint in the dust.

So yes my dear friend, sibling, I do get emotional
and my road twists and turns. Some times I do get
caught in a memory but the thing of it is that they
are not feelings, just memories I cherish or learn from.

Your words do ring true. Yes hurt was there but not
now. Still I give Jehovah the credit for he shook all
out of me. I am so radiant in knowing one day I will
get to hold you in my arms, greeting you as the
long lost sibling. One I missed dearly.

The words I saw written may not have been for me
but I do understand, absorb where I must to keep
moving.

For this I am crying with tears of joy streaming down
my face. If I could quote you I would. Simply I will say
this: perhaps the ring, the gift will become something
breathtakingly beautiful.

So for me to read and reread what was written, I am
joyful in the memory I hold. A grand entrance to this
evening sky.

The clouds, I look up, to give my thanks to Jehovah,
for placing you in thoughts so much that your words
touched my fingertips. My dear sibling one day, oh
one day I hope that a new bound circle will join us
all.

So until then I will continue to cherish all my surprises.
All I ask of you is to keep writing, keep creating, keep
improving and drawing closer to Jehovah.

Oh how silly I am for being this giddy. A smile that
isn't calming down, still will probably crease over my
lips if you do same in return.

                         Thank you.

Just the words, your words, I needed to read, absorb
to keep pressing forward. I whisper your name in a
prayer for all of your choices from here and out to
continue to be righteous and rewarding to your
friendship, your love, your appreciation of Jehovah.

So in passing hugs in the wind. Quirky smiles.
You, somehow, understood the words I needed to
push forward.

So keep it up. The ring of forgiveness is their dear one.