Quiet tenderness
Some nights sleep is powerful and other nights it doesn't arrive until wee early bits.
Right now the fascinating parts of finding more about the hush hush side of my father's paternal side. Such quiet tenderness I am finding. Upon the understanding that what they so desperately wanted to be was far from the truth.
The hid. The fought. They survived only to be tossed out repeatedly. And upon looking through my father's maternal side, I see why my grandfather was seen as trash, unworthy of a gem like my grandmother.
In truth they both complicated much of their lives and the only thing I loved the most was the stinging truth of just how humble my grandfather was.
It's subjects like this that keep my head churning. Finding out just how remarkable my grandfathers and grandmother's were. I thought only my maternal family were stout and weathered. I have found that beyond the spoiled generations of my father, his parents and my great grandparents the men and women truly shock me with revealing their identities. With finding out names the truth unfolds grand mysteries within.
And now I just sit in awe of the interesting facts of wht I connect to so many different things.
Then my mind jumps to say THANK YOU JEHOVAH. Why you may ask? For it is the same as finding the right key or answer to a much devoted question or well oiled lock. It's a simply put wonder, and who else to thank for the gift but Jehovah. Revealing yet another layer of my depth.
We all hide from something. We all have mystery settling upon us.
As for right now, I have the wonder and mystery of sleep waving around me. Settling that I need to get a cold glass of water and then another attempt at sleep.
Maybe one more clue to my biggest question. Who knows, but Jehovah.
Simply divine and majestic Jehovah is. All answered in due time.
Right now the fascinating parts of finding more about the hush hush side of my father's paternal side. Such quiet tenderness I am finding. Upon the understanding that what they so desperately wanted to be was far from the truth.
The hid. The fought. They survived only to be tossed out repeatedly. And upon looking through my father's maternal side, I see why my grandfather was seen as trash, unworthy of a gem like my grandmother.
In truth they both complicated much of their lives and the only thing I loved the most was the stinging truth of just how humble my grandfather was.
It's subjects like this that keep my head churning. Finding out just how remarkable my grandfathers and grandmother's were. I thought only my maternal family were stout and weathered. I have found that beyond the spoiled generations of my father, his parents and my great grandparents the men and women truly shock me with revealing their identities. With finding out names the truth unfolds grand mysteries within.
And now I just sit in awe of the interesting facts of wht I connect to so many different things.
Then my mind jumps to say THANK YOU JEHOVAH. Why you may ask? For it is the same as finding the right key or answer to a much devoted question or well oiled lock. It's a simply put wonder, and who else to thank for the gift but Jehovah. Revealing yet another layer of my depth.
We all hide from something. We all have mystery settling upon us.
As for right now, I have the wonder and mystery of sleep waving around me. Settling that I need to get a cold glass of water and then another attempt at sleep.
Maybe one more clue to my biggest question. Who knows, but Jehovah.
Simply divine and majestic Jehovah is. All answered in due time.
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