What will I come up with today. The Sunday Sermon is coming. I’m stretched and going. I only need some joe and I’m ready to rock. Help me come up with not just mere words, but kindle in my soul a desire to be me. Who I am is more than okay. Every day is one to speak life into an imperfect body and frazzled mind. Releasing anger and frustration, and being humble enough to tear the veil. I’ve held back, and it has cost me peace. Peace is too darn expensive. Time and peace. The only things I really desire more of in this life. Realign and prioritize.
Sit in the stillness
Of summer sizzle