From pit to party, God touched my life—from so covered in ashes that I was unrecognizable, to becoming beautiful. Depression to dancing, weeping to wonder. There are shoes we wear, called seasons, & every time has its story. With Yahweh, even the broken gets blessed, is not wasted but redeemed. God is good, I am living proof. The shift you’re looking for is right in front of your face, touch the love of God available to you. Whatever you’ve been through—we all have shattered pieces—you’re one cry from fixing. One tear drop from all those pieces being a mosaic! Just...
while licking melting rocket red white blue popsicles, we soar on two swings side by side. your laugh is one of my favorite songs; it’s in the top ten, with waterfall roars & star pops. I love looking into your eyes, the green flecks I speckled Myself lighting up as we play “i’m going to get you”, running and chasing in field, out of breath & grinning so much our smiling muscles ache. the clouds witness our friendship, the necklace I gift you—BFF—and the high five pound it, spin, hug secret handshake no one knows but you and me. the...
darkness runsshadow retreatssoil deep & damp waitsas little molecule breath seed becomes in secret earth wombbreaking dying opening receiving cloud’s water giftsexploding upin slow motion verdant & one hundred percent living, simple true like you if you be a good receiver—let rain soaklet sun saturate & air circulate receive we have nothing that we have not received so be like seed rest be let Creator rain & do not resistHis Gift
