I can feel it happening; I’m more aware of it now than I was as a younger woman.  The brittle, fragile limestone within me is compressed by time into marble.  Gradually, as I survive life’s tests, some little, some not so little, God is making within me something more beautiful, something that will last.

I sense, too, that the marble is colder and less porous than what was there before.  I must be careful to leave openings, conduits to and from the soft place at my center – a place that I can protect, but not fortify completely.  A place where I can never allow the calcification to reach.


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I've got the world's best kids and husband. Great house, steady job. I'm living the American dream. The trick is to appreciate it. I'm working on that part.
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One Response to Marble

  1. Becky says:

    Thoughts of this nature have been on my mind lately too. I find it a constant prayer of mine to not let the hardness run too deep because I know it could happen all too easily.

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