"Hilly village lanes,
Whitewashed sunlit walls.
Cerulean sea.
The laughter of children."
How I long to greet each day with the above. How I fail miserably each day to trust Him to care for me as one of His children. I keep telling myself that must be why He hasn't yet entrusted me with children of my own, but I wonder if that's really the truth. And so I wait in joyful hope, daring myself each moment to rejoice in Him.
Whitewashed sunlit walls.
Cerulean sea.
The laughter of children."
How I long to greet each day with the above. How I fail miserably each day to trust Him to care for me as one of His children. I keep telling myself that must be why He hasn't yet entrusted me with children of my own, but I wonder if that's really the truth. And so I wait in joyful hope, daring myself each moment to rejoice in Him.
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