twelve years later... a kiss that still holds purity, passion and perminance.

A poppy that has over time encased the seeds that will one day produce flowers... Broken and seeds have spilled out over the fertile soil to reproduce what is beautiful. A poppy with its many seeds represents life eternal.
A prayer, a yerning, an overwhelming humility, a longing and a journey toward holiness in all that I am being asked to do. Yeilding imperfect, a peasent... and safe in the arms of Him who loves into all the complexities of my heart.

This is a journey to discover the significance of being an orphan and being invited into the banquet hall with a table prepared with a feast for me. The King has called me in... I am shabbily dressed, barefoot and humbled that he has called my name.

Orphan Girl

The ability to stand in the valley of where once fear overtook me produces significance. Understanding how great and how vast perfect love has cast all fear beyond underneath. For underneath is what I was afraid of now I stand upon that which tried to overcome me. The freedom to breathe, live, smile and love.

I am thankful...