That wind back in my sail.

I am wanting more God.  

The wind back in my sails.  What a confluence.  What a way to bring me back

Watch out the net that can come.  Still the ache in my heart like a pit when he came in that room, in the back of the room with a girl.  Like ripping a canopy.  Even if it was faulty I had made a tent a royal tent of Love.  I had spread my tent curtains wide.  I had tried to hold a mast up but that mast never went anywhere it never caught the gust
Thank God For Kris and for Nephty my EMTs next to me and behind me.  

You will not let me capsize.  You are giving me back my sail.

And I got to raise my hand hands across the room We are like generals.  We are saying yes to what God is calling us to. 

It demolished my little capsizing day, my flurry.  the way I feel bent and unable to lift off.  I Learned it's not good to be alone. 

Then our pour out.  Then our adoration for Ian and Johnna and Jesse.  So much affection so much awe and real returning love.