Go.
Memories of struggles. Hurt. Learning to trust.
How beautiful. Like riding my old, rope swing I've had since my childhood. How I know it will hold me up every time I sit down, swing my legs back and forth, and ride through the air.
Like having friends. Pouring out my heart.
The knowing. Believing. Hoping.
Like the hard times. Like winter. How I know that the warmth will return. Dead will come back to life. Beauty will arise.
Like my Dad holding me, kissing the top of my head. Secure. Safe.
Like trusting my Lord.
Learning to Trust. Him.
A Journey of Wonder. Beauty. Being swept away whenever I bare myself. Strip away the doubts.
And. Just. Trust.
Stop.
4 comments:
beautiful, poetic words! glad I stopped by today.
'being swept away' What a beautiful description of trust and what happens when we give all our worry away.
'being swept away' What a beautiful description of trust and what happens when we give all our worry away.
"Being swept away whenever I bare myself. Strip away the doubts."
Love this!!! The doubts keep us from really living! Thank you for posting today!
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