Running swift through the fields
That rustled and whistled as she went by-
Bugs leaping up disturbed from their picking or from their relaxed plant meditations
In the hum of a summer evening--
She charged through the hay that was tall and gold yet rosy in the reflection of the pink piercing setting sun.
She stopped barefoot and toes dug into sandy earth; a warm breeze hit her and she raised her arms slightly, parallel now to her ribs. She gazed at the land before and all around her. Breathing in she tasted farm fields, nature, grace and satisfaction.
For a moment she was a horse, digging hooves into earth before cantering, then charging, once more through foliage; she snorted and huffed air our of nostrils and shook tangled mane, rebelling against something. She was a doe, delighting in liberty to leap and bound without fear of enemy bullets piercing her side; she was protected in an armor not her own. She had faith in the promise and it gave her a certain courage to do things she might otherwise fear doing. a process--
She flew over fields as a sparrow outside of its barn, flying for the sake of flight itself and it being created to beat wings up, down, glide. She was a girl, living life to the fullest by enjoying one acre of land on her uncle's farm.
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and then here is a random quote I heard today, and liked quite a lot:
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Healing- the woman reached out to Jesus and believed; and that was all it took. Jesus didn't even know he was healing her at first :) From K-love.
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