To the Christians in the Wilderness
You’re not in Egyptian bondage, but you’re certainly not home…
You’re not in Egyptian bondage, but you’re certainly not home…
My parents were a smidgen older than I am now when they thrust me into existence. I didn’t have much say in the matter, but I showed up and immediately started acting like I did.
I’m enjoying this idyllic afternoon, but soon enough, pain will return. Soon it will be my turn to suffer again.
This is for the wild ones.
Because I’ve learned that people come and go—or maybe I’m the one who’s leaving….
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