Chasing a Storm

A gentle spirit rises within me, like a sweet song made of delicious harmony's and breath taking melodies. A passion grows rapidly yet gracefully. My thoughts are alive and my words have strength and meaning. I find courage and I find my voice. Hope keeps me awake at night and faith never lets me grow weary.
I search
I seek
I desire
I crave
To be more like my father, more like my mother and more like my savior.
I stumble, but I do not give up on this race. I take others by the hand and join with me on this adventure of life.
I am chasing a storm, I am fighting off death, I am a warrior and hold the strength of a thousand men.
I am a child, I am learning.
But I am a women. A women who is battered and bruised but smiles like there was never a war.
I am a bride, awaiting a greater place, dressed in white, prepared for whatever way My Savior will take me.

for you, I am your friend, your sister, I hold you accountable, I will never judge you.
I will forgive you 70x70 times and will forget whatever you have done.
I will take care of you while you are sick
I will hold your hand until you are ready to take your sword up again.

I am humbled by who you are, I am in love with who you are becoming.
I am thankful for your friendships, and for who you arel

I love you.