Day 8-FrEEStYle Friday-EXPECTANCY

EXPECTANCY Fresh words like new rain fall down on my parched soul. Hard ground revealing cracked places soften quickly soaking up  hope. Budding soon dormant seeds meant to die. Instead patient shots develop slowly under ground until the sun decides to shine. _____________________________________   -Isaiah 65:17-18a- (The Message) Pay close attention now: I’m creating new … Continue reading Day 8-FrEEStYle Friday-EXPECTANCY