My journey has landed me in a place of ambiguity. Where I once felt God was black and white and easily deciphered-I have learned the opposite. Rather than knowing I've learned to be still and know he's God. Yet I still wrestle. My head argues. My body is restless. Occasionally, he will wrap his arms around this ragamuffin-hold me still and close. Here is where ambiguity makes sense. Here is where my breath is captured and my heart quiets.
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Be Still
My journey has landed me in a place of ambiguity. Where I once felt God was black and white and easily deciphered-I have learned the opposite. Rather than knowing I've learned to be still and know he's God. Yet I still wrestle. My head argues. My body is restless. Occasionally, he will wrap his arms around this ragamuffin-hold me still and close. Here is where ambiguity makes sense. Here is where my breath is captured and my heart quiets.
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Be Still
My journey has landed me in a place of ambiguity. Where I once felt God was black and white and easily deciphered-I have learned the...
