Talking familiarly in a growing fluency.
Unsinkable but not unthinkable.
It’s not always possible to distinguish between a curious heart and a committed one.
A closed mouth frees the mind.
A boiling pot hole.
Bull dozing.
Contention competing against contentment
Storms of the face
Are they the storms I face
Reflected in my pace
That put me in my place
Did I respond to Grace
As a basket case
In an impossible race
Do I continue to chase
What is already in place
Can I see without a trace
A King from an ace
Can I be a broken vase
On a dusty bookcase
Time to embrace what I can’t erase
Back to the shoe lace in the foot race
No headwinds blocks win wins.
Yes is on the table. 2 Corinthians 1:20
Repentance. Handover mouth.
The lamb saved my ass.
The rising relational pain tolerance where the ouch doesn’t put us on the couch as a grouch.
Often triggered without lasting fire.