Perhaps we can’t see what’s on the other side of these crazy days
When we are doing too much, moving too fast,
Working too hard, going as fast as we can,
Because it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Maybe God can show up here in the crazy just like He can in the slow Tweet This
And quiet of a Sabbath day.
He’s teaching me my words can be a place of learning,
I’m sharing stories by the life-full daily,
It seems too much.
What I’m learning as I tenderly click share on stories
Of women who were scared, who were hopeless
Whose lives were caving in for years or in a moment:
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The places where we feel our stories and words mean about as much as a bowl of Rice Crispies (soggy ones)
Can be the pinpoint on a map from where cities, hearts, people, and stories connect.
We seem to stand in the dark, of not knowing what will become of our words and our lives.
He’s using it all. Glory be!
I see the shore.
Perhaps it was there all along.
In fact, I know it.
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