
I have a call, it tells me to speak, to rise, to dance!
out of Bethany Jaine
I have a call, it tells me to speak, to rise, to dance!
Little things that make me feel like He’s with me.
There’s an 808 in my heartbeat! Joy is taking root in me. I can feel it!
I love watching the fading hues, one into another, and seeing the texture change the brick under the paint.
Beginning, transitioning,
into the unknown
yesterday behind us
I’m holding my breath.
Are you?
Looking up, the sun is bright:
hope remains.
Am I overwhelmed with anticipation, joyful
or fearful
either way.