Monday, September 3, 2012
"When the oh so attractive things of this world pale in comparison to the open invitation You always extend, to a wayward, prodigal girl. May You always bring me back to this place - of broken hearts & open minds - of full and tender surrender. This whole & fragmented hunger that brings me home - only to find out - there's a King in love with me. How could it be? That for all the me I try to hide - it's all of me He brings into His side? How can it be - that the King of all there is - is so in love with me?"
at 10:21 AM