To wake up in the morning with a heart that’s free, and to lay down at night with a heart that’s grateful for the day. This is my plan, but I didn’t think of it. It’s THE plan, the one My father has for me. Love.
To walk through each day, the long and short, the hysterical, and monotonous , the beautiful, and the brutal , the happy, and the hormonal, the creative, and the drudgery…with a heart full of faith. Believing for the next day, next week, and month. Instead of FEARING them . That’s the plan.