Keep writing, preserve this movement that is flowing from a place of acceptance, carrying the weight of a wedding, feeling that will be the moment that defines me, my identity.
Lord, you are so sweet to us, sending your only Son.
Jesus, holding us with both hands and calling our name.
This country home feels so free from anxiety, busy, noisy, sin. That's the allure of going away, being absent from responsibility and commitments. It is a gift but the sin exists here just as much as when I am in traffic, sitting at my desk, working when tired. Here is quiet but there is noise, a void of the people who love me, replaced with a false silence. To escape these relationships means shallow tracks through the wet grass, twirling around with my eyes blinded by sunlight, unaware of the bee hives and potholes. To enjoy now is to breathe deeply of the fresh air, knowing that today is better because God's steadfast love satisfies my soul, Luke 12:7 "why even the hairs on your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows."
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