Hi all! I'm originally from London but am living in Berlin at the moment.Gotta love this place!____________________________________[url=http://stephetteh.wordpress.com/]Barrater is my life[/url]
I sang the carols, I decorated the tree, your words have lifted me; I believe that I actually touched the Child. I feel like a ship with it’s a rigid mast tall in the sky stretching its white shinning sail against the blue sky. I am now waiting for the first breeze to hear the stretching of rope and the tightening of knots, to see where He will send me, what direction my life will take. Tell me, from whence commeth the wind? Is it over for me? Was that the end? I don’t think I can wait another year to feel His touch. Does the wind come ferocious like the roar of a lion or does it come as a whisper of a butterfly? I have so many fears, yet so many hopes.Thank you for being a lighthouse in a rough sea.Wynona A.I’m not the kind of person who bares her soul to people, in fact, few people really know me; it’s just that I feel a little safe here.
for you:Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. -Hebrews 12:1-2
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It’s me again. Thank you for the nice reference. It is humbling to read that, and trying to grasp it clears my soul. I mentioned that I’m waiting for the “wind” to blow to see what God’s will is for me, and I’ve been reminded that sometimes I don’t need to move; what I really need is God’s anchor to stop me, to keep my life still. It’s like I always want to be in control and do this or do that, but that’s not what He wants. It’s a nice feeling being tethered to the One in charge. I’m so sorry for using maritime references when I write; it’s just that with a last name of Keel I’ve spent a lifetime dreaming of the sea with it’s ever changing portrait . I imagine all the sounds and smells, the strength of the waves, the peace and the violence. If you ever care to correspond please call me Wy, that’s what my friends call me.
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