Dust we are but so loved

        The world is a scrambled mess and still there are
many who struggle to be different. Unique.

         Standing back. Shouting in a silent voice. Oh how
only the wind hears the distress. Truly amazed at
how Jehovah hears the pain, the tears. How Jehovah
builds us when we think nothing can.

          Such a far cry from where I used to stand.
Moments where my emotions got the best of me and
still my feet are firmly planted. Ah how so many
obstacles are plowed over when I pray to Jehovah. So
much to be grateful that he listens. Where would I be
had I not learned that of him?

          Oh how I miss my family. Old parts and new.
Ones I have loved and lost. Still an ache pulls me and
yet I stand unwavering in strong current. Jehovah has
created me so. I endure.

          At moments the loss seems so severe and others
a glimpse of hindsight. Nothing changes what has been
done. However there can be changes, improvements
for present from those things long gone. Lessons that
help motivate us.

         Such a wonder when you find new family,
cultivate new friendships and absorb grand scales of
love. All can be applied and listed as ways to learn.
Ah how much can one person soak into spirit?

         Dare I ask any one else?

          Oh Jehovah I am grateful for the thought of me,
one of the millions, billions, trillions of children you
have carried. Such a tiny speck of dust and still I am
much loved.

           So my dear friend, I know you understand
how important love is, how much is given. Do you
grasp the even though you may feel less than dust,
dirt you are still remembered? Still a part of the
grandness of Jehovah's children?

           Each day a tiny hope is said in my prayers to
Jehovah, for you. A hope one day you no longer
struggle on inside spirit, that you no longer look
from outside of a circle. A hope that one day a smile
creases your face because of the overdue welcome
home is placed before you. A greeting a long time
coming. A soft, warm, sincere hug at every turn.

          One day. Each day a new bond is formed.
Every day love is given because like you, I too, am
dust.