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| "running home by leanne" |
I drove into our church parking lot early for a meeting before church. I was feeling broken....downhearted and broken. In a way I just wanted to turn around and drive back home and not risk anyone seeing the chinks in my armor. But I had commitments I needed to keep, and in my heart, I need to worship God in the storms...I am compelled to...I don't know how else to explain it really.
It was truly beautiful how God comforted my heart as I navigated my way through the morning. Each interaction I had with the students and other leaders...I mean every single one was filled with tenderness and care. I am doing my blog from a place of gratefulness tonight.
The picture I drew for today's blog is of a child running into her father's arms...that is what today was like for me...
Unafraid because His armor is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I'm amazing
Never face retreat
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet
They don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armor
the warrior is a child
Lyrics from The Warrior is a Child by Twila Paris
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I'm amazing
Never face retreat
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet
They don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armor
the warrior is a child
Lyrics from The Warrior is a Child by Twila Paris
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