I've been gone for awhile.
In every way.
The last several months have picked me apart like crows picking at french fries discarded on an outdoor table at McDonald's. So many things I believed to be true...weren't.
Being picked apart...well...it's as if there is something written on every piece. As it's pulled off of you, there is an opportunity to read what it says. And there is time to consider the truth of it as it flys away.
My hard candy shell is gone. Only the squishy melty part is left. It's kind of scary to be squishy and melty...but it's better than being defined by a structure that isn't true.
Praying for peace and truth and love,
WS
In every way.
The last several months have picked me apart like crows picking at french fries discarded on an outdoor table at McDonald's. So many things I believed to be true...weren't.
Being picked apart...well...it's as if there is something written on every piece. As it's pulled off of you, there is an opportunity to read what it says. And there is time to consider the truth of it as it flys away.
My hard candy shell is gone. Only the squishy melty part is left. It's kind of scary to be squishy and melty...but it's better than being defined by a structure that isn't true.
Praying for peace and truth and love,
WS
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