I come.

Crumbled, I come.

Thirsty, I come.

Weak, shattered, broken, I come.

I crawl.

Too tired to stand.

The weight so heavy I cannot breathe.

Gasping for air.

But I come.

The darkness as enveloped

Yet as I come

It relinquishes.

As I come

It lightens.

As I crawl

I remember Your promises

If you said it

You’ll preform it

Strength to be renewed

Hope to be restored

As I come

I am relieved of me and encompassed by you

All at once

All is well

Outside of you the war still rages

Inside of you peace reigns

In you

It is well with my soul

So I come

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MageMomma

Mage means magician, what a great way to describe the job of a momma! I’m just one momma making magic, juggling the business of life, trying to embolden other mommas along the way.

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