Although I can't drive for more than two hours without wanting to pull out every hair on my head, I am already ancipating the green fields fading past me like a runny watercolor. Past corn fields and remnants of tradition standing as still and scared as red barns. Old things. I will most likely be contempling the word hope. Hope as dry as fallow wheat fields. Hope waiting for its season to arrive. Abraham who hoped against all hope (Rom. 4). Love always protect,always trusts,always hopes, always perseveres (1 corth 13). Thoughts to swim in on the drive home.
Romans 5:3-5
"Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us."
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3 comments:
girl, how many times do i have to tell you to spell check before you publish? what is contempling? do you mean contemPLATing?
why is this still not fixed?!
lol...girl thanks for reminding me that not only am I a bad speller, but also a lazy one. I'm getting to it....
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