Love borders on the absurd...or maybe it even lives there, camps out like the Russian refugee we met in a state park in the mountains of California.
Driven by curiosity, fear-tinged idealism, and the knowledge that God's plan is for a kingdom of shalom, some follow the compulsion: to see what's behind door number two.
Cheers: to you who make decisions that leave you shaking in your boots (or chacos), and then come face to face with a God whose glory causes you to bow down and whisper: Holy, holy, holy.
“By day the LORD directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life.” - Psalm 42:8
posted by angela at 9:13 AM
2 Comments:
i love you ange! we must talk soon. my fault.
shaking in my boots, steph
hey. i'll let you know when we're coming through st. louis. we'd love to see you and share about what we'll be doing...
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