I wake up today remembering the way things were before. God I'm praying for a better future, my wounds you suture. After a period of rest it's time to go back to the battlefield. Seasons change some bring great rains and pains but others bring prosperity. I hope to gain more, to harvest something from the past torment. Even from the hurt seeds of wisdom get buried beneath my skin. Oh yes very deep within knowledge is planted and derived. The roots wrap around my bones, sometimes being the only thing holding me together. Then the seedlings are watered with my life blood and the strength that Yeshua gives me to keep moving. All...