the visual. I have this visual in my head that keeps me moving forward. It keeps me from getting stuck in all the mishmash of fresh faith. I see a long stretch of beach with a line of perfect footprints. Large and perfectly formed. Then I see just a pair of infant feet hopping from one print to another. The footprints are God, the infant is me. God is leaving me clear and well defined footprints to follow. Just this post alone solidifies my visual. All I have to do is walk the beach. Yeah, I know... but the visual is still mine.
surviving. The lions will not win.
God. I see before me a line of footprints showing me where to go, I look behinds me and I see a line of footprints showing me how I got here. He did that. He has custom made this journey just for me. I am the prodigal son and he is throwing me one heck of a party.
knowing I got this.
being called to 66. Even when I'm overwhelmed.
emails from my fav. 5.
Noah. Let's face it. He saved my life. I stopped just short of reading his story last night. Tonight, Noah and I are gonna talk.