I walked to the edge of my faith tonight. Looked down and was tempted to jump.

Because sometimes there are no stars or moon, just an ink black sky and when you step outside in your sneakers and run the country mile, you can’t even see the white of your shoes. 

It’s that dark…

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Hi friends. Won’t you join us, here for Imperfect Prose? In which we “walk each other home”? (Ram Dass)

We meet every Wednesday to share posts about brokenness and redemption. To celebrate what God is doing in and among us. 

These are the Imperfect Prose rules:

1. Link up a piece of poetry, prose or art that is somehow redemptive.

2. Copy/paste the #ImperfectProse button code HERE and add it to your post.
3. Choose at least one other post to read and comment on, before leaving!
Thank you!

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