words aching for release
they keep me from scholarship
they must be free
for me to be as i foresee
Sometimes gifts carry burdens, but such burdens are light; for in using such gifts, another is built up. This, dear friends, is the beautiful work of Espíritu Santo. His Holy Spirit, living, breathing, moving within and between us. The burden of the gift is hardly a burden as it leads me to "run my race", to trudge away toward fulfilling the potential He destined in me.
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