For the Weary

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Sure, we are weary.

And why not?

It can be a weary world.

It can be a journey of discouragement.

It can be, but it can be otherwise.

We have roots or we would not be.

We were loved … once loved … always loved …

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Deeply, passionately, unconditionally cradled, rocked, and nursed.

We were loved.

We are loved.

The old home place has not fallen over.

The fire is still in the hearth.

The soup is still simmering on the stove.

The welcome mat is out. The door is unlocked.

Come home. Rest. Be renewed.

It can be a weary world, but it can be a wonderful world.