In the distance, through my window view – over and above block buildings and the cross anointed tower, the mountains are capped with snow. It came yesterday – the icy whirling wind and fresh, fresh air. Evenings are dark and winter is now here!
I once believed that there was a waterfall of sacraficial living to be found - one that poured out love selflessly. Although there are stormy torrents passing through the waters there also is great freedom and refreshing. I know I'm on the journey to the waters.
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