Human Forms - Dean Chicquette

I love how Papa shows up in human forms.

Behind masks or not. Too fearful to touch or not. Looking at a new beginning overshadowed by the cavernous end of what was. Shaking in their boots or running alongside a friend or stranger in need. In riches or poverty, ready to care at their expense.
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Today I needed a hug. Yes in the flesh as well as by phone or text. I got them…they reminded me that love in any form is still God. 

Thank you one and all.
Thank you Papa.