Her Broken wing

(Job 14:7) “At least there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its new shoots will not fail.”

So many days I have spent running, hiding, masking, disguising, chasing shadows of the past, trying to capture a ghost of something that did not exist —all for the pursuit of fulfilling my desires, wishes, dreams and peace…instead of  looking for the True Hope.

Which I later found—through a deep longing and passionate yearning, just “Simply is.”

Beautifully Awkward

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