Our hearts; the greatest revolution.
W. SCOTTOur hearts; the greatest revolution.
W. SCOTTAll of this heartache is a war story.
W. SCOTTRemember forgiveness; a kind exhale.
W. SCOTTYes, there are wounds but we are not conquered.
W. SCOTTI think there is miracle always spilling into something.
W. SCOTTThe hollow space, it can be a blessing too.
W. SCOTTBut when has worry ever produced a miracle?
W. SCOTTCatch the light and begin again.
W. SCOTTBut maybe, maybe something good can grow from this.
W. SCOTTBut these downpours, they can all be a type of cleaning.
W. SCOTTThere are blessings weaved within every inch of the pain.
W. SCOTTFalling apart to fall together again.
W. SCOTTThe wound is real but so is the healing.
W. SCOTTHonesty, love never stopped looking for you.
W. SCOTTDon’t be afraid to feel everything.
W. SCOTTEven the rain could be the answer to your prayers.
W. SCOTT