Thursday, April 3, 2014


2013-09-17 12.19.03
It had been one of “those” weeks. A small misunderstanding had grown out of all proportion, and she felt her world tilt. Nothing was as it should be. A current of discouragement ran through her days rendering her, as it always did, immobile.
Her head, with its dispassionate view of things, told her to pray – to focus her eyes on God and remember the promises. Her heart, her sensitive, foolish heart, could not let go of the hurt and disappointment. She drew it around her like a mantle and turned her back on the gentle whisper in her soul.

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