Do they call the projected ending point a deadline
because you feel dead when you finally crossover?
I want a different goal!
I’m seeking the joy of discovery.
I’m expecting an exciting future.
I want to cuddle when our dream is birthed.
I plan on nursing this baby.
I plan on nurturing this baby.
I’m sick and tired of this part of the process one second
and crying for joy the next.
The last few miles of any journey seem to be the hardest.
Desires are not for wimps.
I have to toughen up and press through the difficulties.
Thankfully, this baby is wrapped in prayer
and being lovingly
knit together.
All the hard work counts (it is critical).
But the LORD delivers the breath of life.
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