Sunrise, Sunset

Three compelling stories. Grab a cup of tea.

“This inner voice will not be quieted for it is a wildness born not of this earth.
It is a voice that longs to speak to mountains, to step out of boats.
A voice that stills storms and walks through temple curtains torn.

And with eyes fixed on the One who holds it all together, who holds your one precious life with both hands, begin to run.”

One Reply to “Sunrise, Sunset”

  1. thanks for sharing this Sarah!

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