Steals on the ear the distance triumph song,
And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.” —
There’s nothing quite like sun on the skin.
And I am sure of this, that he who started a good work in me will complete it when Jesus comes back.
gloriously slow days.
The clouds are heavy with wet, and my mind longs to understand what my heart feels and why.
Everything is striking and must be drenched in my attention. Every petal, every groove, every strum.
Or, rather, they drench me.
And I’m positively dripping with their beauty.