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i ache.

the hurting i see in others…

wishing it were not

there, yet… knowing

purposes exist

behind

every

cold

windy

valley.

i like that!

the simple

unwavering

assurance

that every task…

every dream…

mission…

winding road…

every tomorrow…

belongs to us. You and me, God.

and lovingly and gently,

You will care for me.

i stepped up

by God.

it was as if

He really crawled

inside my soul.

for the first time,

Someone shared my secret heart.

i am not afraid

of my cross.

i would not choose

a polished, small one.

how i carry

my cross

will depend upon

the quality of my relationship

with Christ.

an extraordinary one

is my desire.

why compromise for mediocrity

when all of heaven and earth

were brought together

to make God personal to us?

i cannot achieve this

in a day or ten years.

or a lifetime.

but it is a pursuit that must

be continually active.

no matter how many times

i fail in my humanity.