Scripps Sunday #123

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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.... 
This song above and these wonderful images below capture so much 
of what I want for you in this next semester! 







































While this is a Christmas post, I think it applies to any season -- 
take the pressure off! 


















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