weekends are for liking your own skin

For liking the way you were made and the way you wear the silk of your skin,
the way you like to snap a shutter on light caught in bowls and listen to  old Petra tapes too loud and eat salsa on chips just before bed,

and the way you'd rather read than do just about anything else except maybe wandering used book stores or thrift stores on Saturday mornings or singing old hymns in front pews on Sunday mornings or walking in the woods just about any day,

...  for liking the way you tick and the way you tock and the way you are like no one else and your kind of different is good and though you don't do life like others, you fit perfectly precisely because you are so wondrously, happily, astonishingly
you!

My compliments to your Maker!






May all your wanderings this weekend, kind friends, be in the comfort of the skin
He made to fit
you.






All's grace,

For You formed my inward parts;
You knitted me together in my mother’s womb.

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.


Ps. 139:13-15

Photos: a bowl of pears, weekly fruit gift from Dad Voskamp
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