i would like to live just barely in the country, in maine, where there are trees and stormy seas.
i would like things to come without gobs of packaging.
i would like people to grow up and stop being so small.
i would like people in syria to stop murdering each other.
i would like people everywhere to stop murdering babies and saying it’s okay.
i would like to see people be really alive.
i would like to grow things in my garden and give them away.
i would like to never feel the need to be “the best” at something (everything).
i would like to live outside the walls of what i think i can or cannot do.
i would like to stop taking rightness so personally and instead dwell in the rightness of God.
i would like my me-ness to be still so i can better see Your You-ness.
