I'm realizing that everywhere I look is through something you have made. I can't look in any direction without staring through the expanses of your quite unconventional palate. Just as the clouds you've formed are something moldable and fluffy, the paths of which are unpredictable to my will yet ever being predicted by yours - so too I ask you would make me.
I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will guide you with My eye. Do not be like the horse or like the mule, Which have no understanding, Which must be harnessed with bit and bridle...(Psalm 32: 8-9, NKJV)
It often struggle to take steps when my vision seems ever obscured by some sort of un-seeable blindfold.
I will trust, believe, go, walk, etcetera, but save me from turning it into something mechanical.
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beautiful, tim. i love how your words sound, and what they say, when you write to God.
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