Sunday, September 20, 2015
"But when the stars are the only things we share will you be there?"
Traffic jams, Fall in cups, free vanilla steamed milk, watching the sunset like a gentle wish and hope on a kid's tongue, evening cup of tea, acoustic feels, rootbeer floats, dunedin light up at night, a very italian piece of pizza, walks, lavender vanilla lattes, resting, a heart that is prepared for the upcoming week.
But Lord, please let my heart be prepared for whatever you ask of it.
Because my heart belongs to You.
Let me let go of what you tell me to let go of and hold onto your promises and hope instead.
When my hands are lifted up my head is no longer down.