31 Days {Fly}
{Fly} I long to fly. Fly and be strong. Courageous. Brave. Free. Instead, I feel stuck. If the Christian life is like a race, I’m definitely the turtle. Slowly, inching my way to the finish line. Knee-deep in darkness and mud. Glimpses of light show me I’m still on the path, but oh to FLY. To be the bird, and rise above all of the hurt. The guilt. The sin of this life. I long to fly. Instead, I’m limping…