Once again the children are tucked into their beds, and I am left to sit alone in this worn out chair. Worn out. Days full of hydrated cells of emotion and all this struggling out of silky safe cocoon. Anything for wings.
Don't we all want to fly now?
Bernadette
Oh, Friend. I am feeling the same these days--and I needed this. To be reminded that the struggle really is one of metamorphosis, of being changed into His image through all the wrestling days. Anything for wings. His wings. Praying for you today.
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