The Love of the Father
So I used to be a rag-tag, vagabond, wanderer. Skirting on the fringe of society, quite angry, truth be told. But I was always for the outcast, the lost, the downtrodden, the rebels, the hippies, the gypsys, the crazies - the non-conformists, the colorers outside of the liners. The marching the beat of their own drum-mers. Then I had a radical heart conversion and found a new life with Jesus. I tr ied really really hard to be a good girl. To learn the rules and conform - in every way possible. Jump? how high! Sit? sure thing! Crucifying my questionings and reasonings and all the things that had kept me estranged from God to begin with! I just began to learn to submit and be the very best me who I thought I should be! Until another radical heart encounter where God basically showed me that I still was "THAT GIRL" but I had just locked part of her away in a backroom closet. Bound and gagged, she was denied her existance. So the vision I had was me standing at the s...
