She lies crumpled near the goal, in front of the other team’s spectators, and her wail impales my heart. But I’m a good soccer mom/nama, so I sit glued to my chair while her coach runs to her. Soon he’ll sweep her up in his arms (with a few jokes), set her down on the bench to collect herself, and she’ll be back on the field in no time.
But not this time.
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Great post and this line…”to swirl life’s grit in heart holes scoured to hold more of Him.” Love this!
Thanks for stopping by, Angel. He seems to swirl a lot of grit around here. 🙂
I love how your voice in my head sounds so calm and it never ever says anything wrong. And your work inspires me, it inspires me to never stop, to never give up be calm don’t get angry, stressed just keep working and than you will get it right. You will feel like things are write where you want them to be. You will be right where you want to be to. Especially this one.
Speechless here. Love you.