She wore her cloak of Ego

and was wrapped so tightly in it
I couldn’t see who she really was.

And he,
he was wrapped in stress and fatigue.

And I tried to forget
my own feelings of
insult and rejection

and remember my cloak
of Grace

of unconditional love
and acceptance
and forgiveness.


We all come from a place of brokenness,
trying to survive,
trying to find the light.
Let me always remember Grace.

She is clothed in strength and dignity. {Prov 31:25}
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