
What I've referred to here is the sprout in the desert... I hope to live my life so I am a sprout to others: giving hope in a desolate land full of dry heat that leaves people wanting. May I be one of the few who shoot from the ground with hope of the wealth of Springs underneath; one to believe and live like I was crafted to be. A sprout pushes through the earth, through the lies we are so susceptible to and believe too easily. It becomes a landmark for the Spring of Life that flows underneath.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Patience in Waiting

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ummm. needed that today. patience and peace flit through me recently only to be consumed occassionally by impatience at inactivity.
ReplyDeleteyou and me both! I had actually written this a couple months ago and never finished it but figured it still needed to go up :) guess I was right!
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