Into The Fray

The fray being the all consuming  madness erupting inside me from time to time, you’ve arrived smack dab in the thick of it.

To the cross I cling.

I’m just a woman, another voice humming along in the midst of a thousand, million other voices. I’m tiny and insignificant, just another thread in His tapestry.

But this thread longs to hold together stronger than all the other threads and to display her color as vibrantly as she can to not only fulfill her purpose, but to fulfill the hell out of it!

But I’m not strong. And my colors have dimmed. I’ve become tattered and damaged, drug though the mud and trampled under foot.

This is my battle, to be a bringer of glory to the One I love with these broken strands of mine.


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