I’ve posted about this lovely lady before, but I was listening to Annie Brooks this past weekend and was really inspired by this verse from her song, “Truth.” It pretty much sums up exactly how I hope to be traveling through life.
Father, make me like the sea, to roll and bend effortlessly,
To carry ships differently every time,
To travel with the folds of earth, accepting death, embracing births
of new and unexpected shades of life.
God forbid that I become just like the concrete, cold and numb,
who splits and cracks with each unwelcome dip and climb,
built just for efficiency, and marked with law so carefully,
to arrive how I expected and the same way every time.
{ Image by Annabelle Mintz }