I searched for an image and didn’t use it, yet it reminded me I was in a creative space. Even in grief, that small joy mattered.
I searched for an image and didn’t use it, yet it reminded me I was in a creative space. Even in grief, that small joy mattered.
The gift is hidden in the exodus—freedom, spacious wandering, dreaming past all I’ve known. Bigger plans, endless creativity, closer to Him, blockages dissolving. I run to meet You. I am ready.
He meets me where I am, lifting me delicately into His embrace. His reward after discipline strikes my heart with brilliance and I fall in love with Him all over again.
His whip flickers precisely over my skin, carving me repentant. The burn of humility’s relief strips me of burdens, leaving me lighter, closer to Him.