GROUNDED

Posted on October 18, 2011 | 7 Comments

What will I ever grow into or become that is not ultimately derived from your providence? No place I could go, no people I am with, no field I may plow will change my need. What locality is distinct from the love You’ve given? Keep me grounded in the soil of wherever it is you may lead.

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7 Responses to GROUNDED

Jess Banuelos | October 18, 2011 at 12:29 pm | Reply

simply incredible.
- timothycdyk | October 18, 2011 at 1:00 pm | Reply
  
  Thank you!
conniewalden | October 18, 2011 at 12:43 pm | Reply

Thanks for sharing your thoughts. Connie
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- timothycdyk | October 18, 2011 at 12:56 pm | Reply
  
  Thanks for reading!
redplace | October 18, 2011 at 1:05 pm | Reply

This is brilliant. Short but so full of imagery! I love it
- timothycdyk | October 18, 2011 at 1:10 pm | Reply
  
  Thanks, I really appreciate that!
Jess Banuelos | October 23, 2011 at 11:16 am | Reply

yes. every word put together perfectly. so easy to relate to.

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