I spend way too much time inside my head. Conversations are easy there and thoughts are unhindered. Insights are unchallenged and ideas are born.
I am a writer. Words flow from heart and head to hand and pen. Words formed inside spill out, for better or worse. But I hope for better.
Whether circumstances are challenging or days are joyful, I sort it out inside my head with prayer and with pen in hand.
I choose Hope and Peace follows Hope.
And my Maker loves me with an Everlasting love.
And in my weakness He is made strong.
And in my head and in my heart He moves to a cadenced rhythm tuned perfectly for me.