A Prayer for the travelers
In this season of my walk, I am awakened amidst the vision that He has bestowed upon me.
Seeking His face despritely trusting that I have not missed the timing of this all.
Fumbling with blinded eyes, not to punish but to protect me.
The building and stretching go on to what He so fashions.
I am that clay on the potter's wheel, yielding myself to be molded. In this motion.
Motion, now taking action.

MLMR 🙏🏾