Juggler of words and children…collector of pottery shards
Breathe life over me. I lift to you my mind, my soul, my heart… If you touch me, I will be whole. If you speak to me, the lies whispered long by The Deceiver will all be swept away.
Father, breathe life over me.
I trust your might, your goodness, your love. I am willing to stay in your presence. I am willing to wait.
I know, Father, that in you there is transcendence. My heart clings to the truth that you will never forsake me.
Breathe life over me, Abba.
I am here, and I am willing to wait.
“He shall be like the light of the morning when the sun rises, a morning without clouds.” 2 Samuel 23:4