May the day ahead and the ones to follow, fill you with a brand new season of rest, harmony and joy!
I prayed that you would be given the gift of sight,
but God in His mercy allowed me to see His Light all around you.
Now I ask that you my child will pray too, this prayer for others: that thru’ your journey via the valley of shadows, you will leave footprints that lead another out of darkness.
Each day this prayer grows, and as it does, my eyes open to things I’ve been blind to. How we misunderstand the gifts we are given: they arrive in unusual wrap and bows, sparkling with the tears of heaven.
“For God has not given us a spirit of timidity, but He has given us a spirit of power, love and discipline…” quote from The Bible.
I was born of the dust, where Light fell like a stairway, ’twas calling calling, Child of the Dew, ‘fore you even knew it,
I know you..
Before you were born in the womb of galaxies of Stars, you & I were summoned to breathe, by the breath of God –
falling like Dew,
Lest we forget we are first born Natives of Light,
lest we forget ….
Painting Lyrics of my heart Watercolour digitalized, RN
Mountains of change, attached valley cliffhanging honeysuckle, dew, dawn whispers, mist – to these I owe my
nothing competes with these things that change me,
these times of sweet surrender,
these times of blessed assurance
You are here,
foretaste of Your life, me an heir of salvation,
Me here not mere existence but weeping starlands… weeping meteors of Joy
Blessed assurance Father God You are mine, ours mine.