Refugee

 Sometimes I feel like a refugee wearing a jcrew skirt. Know what I mean ? Like its together on the outside, but a hot mess on the inside….I am still working on my oprhan spirit. One of the worst things that I can think of would be to pass this on to my kids, so I am determined to displace this spirit, with one of sonship. I DON’T HAVE TO LIVE LIKE A REFUGEE.

                  I want to be free enough to do nothing but lay down in his presence and wake up his grace, free enough to see my reflection is his face, liberty with enough love to spare, to dance and sing and shine without a care. Yep, that sums it up. I am walking through it and finding out that His well does not run dry.

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