Scripps Sundays

  This is a poem/prayer that I wrote when sitting by the river last Saturday in Oregon...💙 Dancing on the River I walked down to a sunny spot by the river to find a quiet spot to read. The sunshine made its way across my face and filled my cup to the brim. I heard Your invitation to come dance on the river, so I kicked my shoes off and made my way to meet You in the middle of the river walking on the water and then skipping towards You. And then we danced and twirled around and looked into each other’s eyes splashing water at each other and laughing. Lover of whom all my loves are hints, thank you for inviting me to such deep delight with you in this precious dance of life.

  I want to be where my feet are I want to breathe the life around me I want to listen as my heart beats Right on time… I want to be where my feet are I chase my worries I flee my sorrows But what you give me Is now So take my burdens And my tomorrows: I want to be where my feet are I want to be where my feet are I want to breathe the life around me I want to listen as my heart beats Right on time… I want to be where my feet are I run to capture The next horizon But what you give me Is here I get no farther And still I find you I want to be where my feet are I want to be where my feet are I want to be where my feet are I want to be where my feet are I want to be where my feet are The ground below me Be where my feet, where my feet are Is how you hold me I want to be where my feet are I want to be where my feet are 💛💛💛💛💛 and below you are in for such a treat.  Heidi showed me this Instagram page ( @wonderled.life ),  and I took screenshots of so many of these for you....