Sweet Steps

These days are sweet.

I sense His presence,
His leading
His gentle, guiding hand.

Relearning the power that I hold in me
to speak,
to move,
to affect this place.

Shedding old, anxious layers
whose big bark
has held these hands still for long enough.
It is time.

Time to move,
to create,
to fill spaces with what He's planted in me.

Progressing.
I can't think of a better word than that,
I'm sure there is one.
But that is what this feels like.

Progress.

Patient,
frustrated,
volatile,
humbled,
breathtaking,
burned out
progress.

And I find that I'm so in love with this life.
Thank you, good Father.
With my head pressed to this sweet ground, I thank you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you....