Wide is this distance between us. You are there and I am here, but in so many ways we are in the same place.
Wide is the storm's path. He blows through several times a year, leaving destruction and hurt in the wake. Next time I will recognize the warning signs and know when to board up and evacuate. I'm still in the aftermath and taking inventory.
Wide is the road ahead. So much room to sway to one side or another. So many choices to make. So many opportunities.
Wide are the rivers and valleys and oceans and plains that I would travel. There is no distance, literal or metaphorical, that I wouldn't go to be by your side when you need me.
Wide is the depth of my love for my precious little ones. It has no bottom, no end. It is always stretching into places I didn't know existed.
Wide is my Father's love for me. Wide is stretch of His arms around me.
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