"Now the Lord is Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom." 2 Corinthians 3:17
Her supple, young hand clasped mine as we wound our way through the back streets to the wooded neighborhood park. We marveled at the sunshine and painted autumn leaves that crunched underneath our feet and agreed, spring was still our favorite season. We claimed our own swing and flew higher than this middle-aged body could stand. So I spun instead; spun on that swing 'til the chains twisted together and my feet rose higher and higher off the ground.
And then, I let go.
(Spin over to Christian Children's Authors Blog for the rest of the story, won't you?)
Oh' to touch Heaven's hem... Ahhh, God is good friend. I could hear your voice through your writing girl! ~ Love from Maine, Amy
ReplyDeleteLove spending time with the little ones. They bring me closer to Heaven's hem.
DeleteAlways appreciate your encouragement.