Sometimes I sip my coffee and my head is winney....telling myself the story of,
whatever..... Then I can tell myself the answer. The wisdom, the why, and it all
is just silly storylines no different no more or less important than anything at
all.....
And then I breathe and I think of something just higher than that, something
that fills me, in a flowing way, mind - storys can never do, there are flat and
changing like papers blowing around a conference room,
And I say, lord jesus christ. Son of god, have mercy on me, a sinner.....let me
do your work, let me be a healer in this world, I rejoice in the crosses I am to
bear, as I bear then for your word and for your love and for your glory,
Amen...
-k
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