Over the fields, over the emerald green meadows, the little girl leaps and skips, jumps and romps, dances and prances – carefree, unperturbed, wild, and free. Wild in the most positive sense – not really bound by rules, not held down by protocols, not suffocated by self-inflicted pressures and what nots – she is just simply FREE. THAT’S the very word. She is free.
Free to live. Free to love. Free to enjoy the ride. Free to be who she is in Christ.
I missed that little girl. I miss me.
Well, she’s back.
Welcome back, Mari.
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Freedom to be yourself, and loving it, is a most precious gift. Let me join you in saying, “Welcome back, Mari.”
Yey! Thank you, Aunt Ging. :)