This is the story of how
we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
And she walked the length of her days
Under African skies
In the morning, O LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I
lay my requests before you and wait
lay my requests before you and wait
in expectation. ~Psalm 5:3
Good ol’ Paul Simon. So on Monday Andrea and I head
back to the clinic full time, I can’t wait to see what the Lord has in
store for these last four months. Even more than that I can’t believe
that I only have 4 months left here. 4 months left with this team. 4
months left with the clinic. 4 months left with this sky.
back to the clinic full time, I can’t wait to see what the Lord has in
store for these last four months. Even more than that I can’t believe
that I only have 4 months left here. 4 months left with this team. 4
months left with the clinic. 4 months left with this sky.
God can do a lot in 4 months. Game on, buckle up, bring it on! 🙂
