and wild things can somehow find a way to bloom…
“I refuse to be a victim” comes after years in the wilderness…the place where one finds oneself … for those who dare
and I am painting a red E. Refusing to let frustration set in… I patiently retry putting the paper in
the printer but after the third time I click mindlessly on Ann Voscamp’s revisiting the archives to read this.
For I am about to do something new.
See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
I will make a pathway through the wilderness.
I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.
my word. these are my words……and in a crumpled heap on the floor I squeeze my knees tight
begging to believe this is coming true for me . crying for Him to just hold me..He knows the way I
go and He gives me just enough for today. To know He hears and He tells me yet again
and today I hear and wonder...maybe I am a wild thing finding its way to bloom…
beautiful photo here