Our lives are marked with a series of climbs...
Escalation towards new lands are filled with exhausting steps...
Especially when we choose fill our own knapsacks...
Ah... If only it were this easy...
Take my mess and dump it... leave it for someone else... call a number, and they dispose.
How quickly I forget...
This... my daily invitation...
Lay down and take up a better yoke...
Easy and light...
He is not repulsed by the stench of my past... He breaths deep the scent of His Son upon me.
The fragrance of The Eternal Spring of Life...
Anointing my crown.
His aroma... on me and in me meant to entice...
Praying as we march onward and I climb towards promise... He will continue to heal the holes in my story.
As I take one step at a time... Orange firmly planted in the land I love...
Nail piercing my spot...
I climb over and climb on towards the new...
Leaving my knapsack... yoked in grace.
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