Everything. Everything. Everything.

The drum beats.

Can you feel it?

 

How much do you ask of me?

What do you want from me?

I get so blinded, I’m striving but I just can’t see…

 

everything. Everything. Everything.

The beat goes on.

Can you feel it?

 

I don’t want to fight anymore.

This just doesn’t fit.

It’s too much, not enough, I just want to quit…

 

everything. Everything. Everything.

The wind blows.

Can you feel it?

 

Something stirs around, beneath, inside me.

Will I lose it? Will I slip?

It’s not about that, it’s about my grip on…

 

everything. Everything. Everything.

The Spirit falls.

Can you feel it?

 

What is happening?

Where do I begin?

I’m stripping and shedding and trying on new skin, it’s…

 

everything. Everything. Everything.

My spirit rests.

I can feel it!

 

My shoulders relax.

I can nod and sleep.

I breathe in and out, so full and deep, and it’s…

 

everything. Everything. Everything.

He is everything. Everything. Everything.

It’s everything. Everything. Everything.

My heart soars

and I am free.

I am a wife to Greg; mom to Greg Jr., Zach and Kate; Soul Healing Hostess; writer; artist; lover of Jesus and seeker of the elusive wonders of simplicity, truth, balance and rest.

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