That which is deep within us rises. Through dreams upon dreams, lifts up. Through shrouds of darkness too, continues an ascent. Until unseen visions take to the air, like eagles and soar. I see mountains. No turning back.
My week has been nothing short of chaotic. If I didn’t know I was obsessed with grant writing, well it was made clear this week. I am leading another one and all I want is your prayers, for grace, for strength, for a final version that makes me smile as I watch my cup overflow. That which is deep within me is rising beyond me.