Today I woke in familiar territory, a land long forgotten. The scents of assuredness and clarity no longer disguised. Memories surface of treasures and opportunities to be gotten. I had traveled far from intentionality to lands overgrown My bed I made with distraction, acceptance, and indulgence. With these I'm finished, desire has returned and want is known. Stretching out my tent stakes I take possession my life's territory In strength of courage I'll clear the overgrowth that hinders light . It is then that the beauty of the Lord will shine forever on my story. by Chandra (Coach) Adams Psalm 68:5-7
Some call me Coach, she calls me Momma, and hers calls me Granna, but He calls me Songbird. I have a song to sing, a story to tell, and occasionally a warning to share.