I am unsealed in my core.
The war inside shakes me and threatens my inner peace.
Come, heavenly Father, come Holy Spirit.. and bear witness to my strength unfolding and my inner pages opening, blank and flat with anticipation.
What are you planning to etch and bloom? There is a storm coming.
The blackened rolling clouds flash in my mind.
Participation in the pouring rain that I feel gathering… I hunker down under an umbrella that I can’t see through. My feet ready, planted, already assuming the steps I know I shall take in the charcoal breeze, eyes closed, braced against the onslaught.
It’s rising.. and, God?
I’m ready.
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