Tears fall like cleansing streams. This my heart, open before You. Do your thing. Trading my Martha now for this Mary moment. Sitting. Still. One moment can be worth years with You. I believe this moment, quiet hidden moment, matters more than I know.
Oh Africa, how I wish I could get lost in you. No tangles of this western proper life, cords of instant friends on a bright screen, and loneliness Loneliness. Africa, take me to your arms of vibrant colors, the solace and awe of your dusks, the rooster’s call of a new day… no beeping, no […]