Sometimes I feel empty. Worn down, small, fragile. Just like my little brown tea mug.
I have nothing to give. Desperate for help, I call on the Great Healer, the Source of Strength, the Spirit of Hope, the Creator of Beauty.
He pours new life into me by the power of his Grace. My eyes are lifted up, my lame feet walk, my deaf ears hear.
My cold heart is transformed again by the warmth of love. Renewed, I have the determination, ability, and most importantly, the joy to continue this journey.
(Yes, I can find analogies in simple things like making a cup of tea. Feel free to either join me or laugh!)
Taking part in the December Photo Project and the December Prompt a Day from Write Alm!
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