Some days, we are so full of praise that the car flows over with our palm fronds:
Some days the sun blazes as it comes over the horizon, and we feel that all of our hopes and dreams are about to be made manifest:
Some days, we wonder if our sun has set already:
Some days, we make art out of the wreckage:
Some days, it's all too much, our lives dried to twigs and shredded to ribbons:
But we resolve to go on, to rest in the promise that out of brokenness, beauty can come:
We follow the path where others have gone before us:
thinking too hard
4 years ago
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