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…
XO,
beautiful photo here
wow…your rawness and untamed words inspire me. "the wild thing finding it's way to bloom" God is so good, huh?
love and blessings to you, Jill
Today, Tiffini, I am believing for you. And sending love.
Fondly,
Glenda
Remember Beth Moore from one of the Breaking Free videos…."I'm going to cross me a river!" I know the one that parts the sea…not hours before…just as toes step in. Keep believing, He is holding you. I love how you say He knows the way I go. Love your words!!!! Blessings today friend,
"He gives me just enough for today" So very very thankful for this too!