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Hippies and Jesus

Here I am again. In a land far different from the one where I was raised. The same venture and yet it feels much different this time. A part of me belongs here now. Parts of me have lived and grown here. Parts of me have been completely broken down and built back up…right here.

As excitement rises so does my curiosity. What will this new adventure hold? Where will it take me? Who will I be when this is all over. Will I recognize myself. Will I leave old things behind for the new. Will I sacrifice good for great. Will I conquer and be a champion? Will I discover and craft new parts of me. Parts I never knew I was even capable of? Perhaps, perhaps that will all come to pass in it’s own time.

Now most importantly: How desperately will I find myself falling for my King. Will it be a tale I never thought could be told?

Many questions float through my mind. And all I really can think is: live in the moment. Enjoy now and let the rest come in it’s own time.

I listen for your voice

All alone I am. But still your voice is there. It wraps around me slowly, comforting like a warm blanket. It whispers my name soft over and over again. It dances with me in the fields, carefully placing little white flowers in my hair.

It sings to me, wooing me away to a land where no one else can go. Sometimes it’s words of encouragement to prod me on, and tells me I can go. Sometimes it’s sweet nothing’s why? Well because I’m your love.

And sometimes IT SCREAMS OUT LOUD! Not in a scary or intimidating way. No…never. It’s always out of love. It’s screams to tell me “your my bride”, it screams to tell me “your beautiful” it’s screams to tell me “my darling I’m nothing without you”.

As the tears fall hot and heavy down my face, still it sings. Your voice…rich and sweet. This time a lullaby to rock me to sleep.