May I be driven by
How it feels to march with a people that I wasn’t born of
How it feels to spread love in the tongue of another land
How it feels to be called brother by a man who doesn’t share your color or home
How it feels to dance and sing fervently with women who have little
How it feels to preach value into those that know not of the gems nestled behind their ribs
How it feels to be uncomfortable
How it tastes when when the ripest mango on the tree is freshly picked and peeled
The climb was worth it
I like to think He grins at these sticky little fingers doing His work.
Excited to embark on this journey!
I plan to post more on here!