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Breakfast behind me, I return to my room, nervous and uncertain. I place my hands upon the key—feel the wind though the window, hear the birds, the dogs, the motorcycles, sense the expectation in the air, in my body, in my spirit—and I wait.
Lord God, meet me here. In my quiet, in my typing, in my thinking, in my not-being-able-to-think. I invite—I implore—you to come.
>yeah, your posting again. I always enjoy your writing happy writingAngela O
>praying for you this week – May springs of living water flow from within you. John 7:37-38