Yesterday I felt the biting cold wind on my face and when it blew I ran down the street, stopped, ran again all the way to church in my patent leather combat boots, skirt, sweater, light weight scarf and open jacket. It felt good to be cold and able to feel it. I was grateful for the wind on my face blowing my braids all over the place. I was thankful that I could feel my hands turn to ice and the churn of my legs as I raced through the wind. So many things. So many things we take for granted. God I thank you that I can feel the wind and the cold. I ran into the sanctuary cause I was glad when they said unto me, let us go into the house of the Lord. I ran in worshipping because God is good to me. I dare you, the next time you go to church, to run in praising him like you dont have any sense at all and see what God does for you. I dare you to stop being cute and just get crazy. Ah, but theres a catch. You would have to forget about yourself. It takes a lot of guts to just be yourself whether people are looking or not.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 14:23:55 +0000
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