Maybe it’s not about the straight and narrow road but how these red words come alive off this page. Maybe it seems so hard when you’re looking in the rear view mirror instead of between the yellow lines. I know I’ve found God at the end on my rope, looking out the window on my way to church. I believe he loves me on my bad days just as much as my worst, and I’ll never get to heaven unless I accept the hurt. He can use a fishing rod and deer stands, restless nights chasing monsters out from under the bed. If I’m gonna get to heaven I’ll learn to slow down and soak in the view, because living water pours from the mountain and reaches the valley in the lowest points of view. ❤️
About Me
- Pam
- Arkansas, United States
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Hi friends! I am a 42 year old wife and mother who loves to write. I am a lover of Christ, Cheerleader to all people, I love freedom in vulnerability and want to bring light to mental illness awareness. I’ve always been a talker and I’m not even sorry for that. I’m an open book and I am very passionate about empowering people to be their authentic self. This is a safe zone so feel free to pull up a chair and let’s chat.