Journey

The wind blows where it wishes. You hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.

John 3:8

Between roots and wings, between leaving footprints and being imprinted upon, life is my canvas or the paintbrush, depending on how far we are willing to go and how many times we can get up after the storm.

 

 

 

 

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