Press on towards nakedness...
We not only remember what was...
But the power that IS.
This is a tent of HOPE...
And even if the sign no longer hangs...
It doesn't negate it's truth.
So thankful...
That in the midst of the stripping...
Our Good Papa is ALWAYS near...
Teaching us how to use new tools.
Reminding us...
To not only...
Point to the anchor...
But...
To also take...
And embrace...
That which holds ALL THINGS TOGETHER.
In the midst of packing up...
Only our Papa would continue to teach this princess.
Showing up among the holes...
The boxes...
The chaos..
And the joys.
Inviting me to focus on the areas in my life that need a little "touching up."
May I be attentive not just to our the walls over at Ridgegate...
But the walls of my very own heart as well.
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