I met a woman last week who had no vested interest in admiring me. She did anyway. And for the things of which I am most proud: Care and compassion and priorities. For my focus on peoples* strengths. There was not a drop of skepticism about her. Not a drop I tell you. Not a drop. Today I am once more reminded of the power in admiration.
There was admiration
In her eyes,
In her words.
None of the same ole
Same ole
Of course you figured out
How it could work
Nothing special there,
None of the same ole
Same ole
Nothing special there
No
Admiration: pure and simple.
Today I walk
With the knowledge
I have been seen.
Spring is in my step.
I met Admiration last week.
She is a quality
God inhabits.
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