Walking around Cardiff today, I stumble across poetry etched in stone. I am reminded of the timelessness of arcs and lines that form the words I write, the language I live, the artistry of life waiting to be found, to be seen.
I see this monument and stand to gape. It could not more perfectly describe the One I love, the King Who has captured my gaze. We follow a King who gives us dreams and songs to sing. What amazing grace is this?
I love reminders of His goodness on this journey, His whispers all around me if I only have eyes to see and ears to hear.
I want to walk in the reality of being royalty from another realm who gives all those around her permission to dream and songs to sing!