The woodlands are swaying, as though they are praying, Boughs lifted high, stretching into the sky. In reverence of the Creator, my sole Hope and Savior. This is how I long to be, Unceasingly praising my Lord and King, By day and by night, Through each of life's
Isaiah 30:21, "Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, 'This is the way, walk in it'" Have the words, "JUST GET UP" ever gone through your mind? Maybe those exact words
I'm not entirely sure what this space will become yet, but I felt the need to begin somewhere. Thank you for taking the time to visit.