The Choice

MY EMOTIONS:

Confusingly, Father, I recognize my emotions jump so quickly, as my mind decided to join praise rather than stay in my weary thoughts aimlessly searching for purpose. Simply the step to turn to worship recorded gave this opportunity to change the atmosphere within. Then it was like I had to choose which way to lean into; allow Your Wind of flavored Heavenly sources rule, or keep exploring and pushing forward into figuring out the day for myself as my intriguing mind had its freedom. 

Walking through the events of the future before those minutes come, I can carry the knowledge of Your Promise to be there or I can ignore Your Presence and experience the struggles of lies speaking behind the scene of being alone. 

HIS EMOTIONS:

Time is a consuming commodity given to each child. My gift filled with options for the pleasure of its moment. My reach Rests upon the marvel of this sharing between flows of expanding life. Breath circling this marriage like the snowflake of unending design. Each inhale and exhale giving the beauty of love exhibited and bestowed to fix eyes on its revelation.