The final day of 31 days of writing (or 30 days if you're me and you took a day off). I have loved sharing these words with you over the past month. I hope the experience has allowed the Holy Spirit to speak through me and whisper to your heart and give you some wisdom. I know that he has definitely worked in me. I'm currently working on some writing goals for 2019, that way I'll be here more often than I have been. And a new website is in the works, so stay tuned! Thank you so much for your love and support-- I really and truly appreciate it! So for this final day, I leave you with a prayer: Father, thank you for moments of peace in the middle of crazy schedules, hectic lives, and struggles in this life that lay heavy on our hearts day to day. Your peace surpasses understanding, and for this we are grateful. I thank you for this journey you've brought me on, and the friends that have supported me along the way. Bless them and fill them with your joy and you...
Orange unfurls from green and lies under layers of brown. Roots are planted deep, but canopies are left bare with death as bitter winds befriend my nose and fingers. I pray my roots are deep enough to endure the change of season. What if death consumes everything that sits on the surface so everything underneath is exposed? Dig deep, patiently wait for the sprout to emerge, let the roots begin to sink in. The winds may blow the leaves away and break some branches, but resurrection comes with change too. Hope lives in the roots.