27 April 2011
So is the light that dwells in me, seeds ready to burst and bring forth new life. I do not know the shape or size or sound, but surely something of Him is being born. Not without stretching, pain, the rupturing of old beliefs will the new thing arrive. Not without trial, trembling, thoughts of turning away will it come gasping fresh into the light.
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