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Lilac Skies

Identity

The end of my story is still unwritten. I sit upon my page in His book. We write my story together. Every possibility is in between my choice and His power. As my hand slams upon my page, the universe opens up and all the stars, galaxies and the dark sky stares back at me. With all the possibilities before me, where will I allow Him to take me? How deep into my depth, my identity, will I allow Him to show me? Identity can't be detained in a simple explanation; it is forever unfolding, forever created. My possibilities in of myself has boundaries; but with you, they are endless. My identity is eternal when I grab a hold of your hand. The better question isn't, "Who am I," it's, "Who are we?"


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