As I look at the blank "piece of paper"/screen before me it is as white as the snow outside. Just waiting to be filled with ideas and thoughts or snow angels and footprints. Perhaps I should liken the ideas and thoughts to snow angels and footprints on this windy, wet and snowy day.
My snow angel spreads her wings and exposes her heart and thoughts. This trusting angel opens up to say, "Here I am God. Use me!"
My footprints dance, twirl and skip across the blank snowy page. Occasionally alone, but most often in sync with those made by another.
Angels and footprints fill the white space and it is no longer empty. It is full.... as is my heart.
My snow angel spreads her wings and exposes her heart and thoughts. This trusting angel opens up to say, "Here I am God. Use me!"
My footprints dance, twirl and skip across the blank snowy page. Occasionally alone, but most often in sync with those made by another.
Angels and footprints fill the white space and it is no longer empty. It is full.... as is my heart.
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