What happens next? I made so many encouraging connections at the Five Minute Friday retreat. I can’t wait to see how God continues to flourish our friendships. I’m truly blessed by knowing these woman. They are dear to my heart.
There is so much good in the world we don’t often see or hear about. When we showed up at the site at our neighborhood Wal-Mart, my eyes flooded and not one dry eye was present in our family vehicle. As we rounded the corner in the parking lot, water bottles, water jugs, teddy bears, roses, and crosses all beautifully adorned the space we now found ourselves in.
While I worship with and write with these incredible women, I miss my family something fierce. I miss my husband and his voice, help, laugh and love. The above is for him. Miss you, love. See you soon.
My grandma, a warrior of faith
no stone left unturned, no snake let be
If the enemy was going to attack her in her own home
she’d show that snake what was meant by
matriarch – a staple of God’s kingdom come
Reconciled to my maker in all things new
on this side of heaven until the roots
expose this tree trunk of a woman
branches adorned with last names
changed when the tongue refused to roll
Forget what it looks like to reach out to someone because of what Twitter or FB says. Forget what it looks like to reach out in a revolutionary way to form a bridge. Forget what it looks like to just be your common self.
I’m a messy Christian, the kind that’s mismatched
Flash danced, grooves scratched – too much vintage on blast