there is so much beauty in Surrender
like a flower child standing in the midst of swaying daffodils,
yielding to the wind, dancing to a song that only her soul is capable of deciphering
she is not only unafraid of where the wind will carry her,
nor how this unrelenting draught of moving air will shape the movements of her limbs.
she is acquiescent & the joy arresting her heart cannot be assuaged
she is a l i v e,
beating fervently, crimson blood in a ceaseless cycle beneath her veins
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service & worship were really blessed in all ways possible
found out how much i missed basking in His presence,
how i missed feeling the insatiable paling in the glory of the Satisfiable
thankful that the holidays are here when school was getting unbearable,
& i am not only determined to use the holidays to catch up on work,
but to pursue happy things that i've been deprived of
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