I eyed a daughter who suddenly noticed
she was being watched,
and then sprinted passionately to the mother she loves.
Yet I also saw myself, and how I desire to run the race.
This race called LIFE!
at least not in this season.
and pretend that everything is alright.
“How are you?”
“Just fine, thanks, and you?”
Do I truly want to become vulnerable by taking off that “mask” we women are such masters at wearing?
changes the truth that I am more precious than
gold or silver.
I am cherished beyond measure.
I am His beloved child!
Run with passionate abandon, into the welcoming arms of the only true Savior.
He can’t wait for you to come.
And wait He will.
He is the same yesterday, today and forever.
His love endures for ever.