As Real As It Gets

Real. Smooth stones along the water’s edge remind my feet of the reality that life is hard. But, beautiful.
I walk the edges of the ocean, sea mist touches my cheeks and I know I am real. Here now, present. Bringing every painful moment under His subjection. Brokenness is not a reason to hide. But to confide in the one who hears the wind that blows through my hair. Who numbers my hair and commands the breeze that blows. I know the word real to be rugged, tender, rough and smooth. I know the word real because it defines me so well. Not a beautiful smooth stone but in His eyes, yes. Beautiful. Broken, special. Real. I accept each stone as a gift. Reminders, each…of His constancy. 

Linking up with Gypsy Mama for 5 Minute Friday. It’s easy…well sometimes. Sometimes I sit and stare at my screen and then time is up! But that’s OK… it helps keep it real ! 

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. C.C.@ I'm On My Way ~ my journey as a Christ follower, wife, mamma, and fibromyalgia fighter
    May 04, 2012 @ 16:42:36

    Beautiful Dawn! Thanks for being real! You posted just before me on 5 Minute Friday. :)C.C.



  2. charis
    May 04, 2012 @ 17:05:30

    you are the link after mine at 5 min friday. yes, we aren't often the smooth stone are we? i love that He looks at our darkness and still sees our beauty. my recent post: mostly human



  3. Walking on Sunshine...
    May 04, 2012 @ 19:12:20

    Very nice!



  4. Ashley Ditto
    May 04, 2012 @ 22:24:13

    I absolutely LOVE this post! BEAUTIFUL words!!!



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