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I learned gentleness from a giant of a man whose reach reached full round the world and deep into my wounds, offering a strength and a healing that was light as a whisper and heavy as a salve that gave off an aroma which took me back to my mother’s arms, her safe smell and the music of her song, rocking me gently and teaching me more about strength than any wannabe giant of any size. He gave me a giant’s confidence to hold tight to Him while holding all else in an open hand – not grabbing, nor forcing, but holding out for Him and His gentleness that I find invites more than it commands.
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
The fruit of the Spirit is gentleness
I learned gentleness from a giant of a man whose reach reached full round the world and deep into my wounds, offering a strength and a healing that was light as a whisper and heavy as a salve that gave off an aroma which took me back to my mother’s arms, her safe smell and the music of her song, rocking me gently and teaching me more about strength than any wannabe giant of any size. He gave me a giant’s confidence to hold tight to Him while holding all else in an open hand – not grabbing, nor forcing, but holding out for Him and His gentleness that I find invites more than it commands.
Galatians 5 continued
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
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