Meet my feet.
Theyve gone through a lot in the past two months. Lots of walking in a place I dont live in; lots of pressing of the gas pedal over a bridge, back and forth; lots of shoes worn at different heights.
Id like to think Im a simple girl. Dont like or love too many things in this world. Fairly basic interests, nothing overly passionate that it consumes me, nothing that I wouldnt hate to just simply learn about.
My emotions are on another wave-length. This Ive probably concluded the past year or a tad longer. The tide gets high easily and the low tide comes early in the morning.
(I speak in metaphors and symbolism, if Im hard to understand for you, perhaps we need to become closer friends, i understand you and vice versa.)
I bounced from ‘my feet’ to talking about my heart.
My main point is that
Im writing my feelings out because
I want to let you know that
I have this explanation of me because
I want to share my walk with you. Disclaimer, during my walk may not be fun for you, join me at your own risk, all i can assure is, Jesus is leading my path. He’s been great to me then, is still right now, and I know will also be for tomorrow. At the end of this walk, itll be more beautiful than I could ever imagine.
Walk with me?