Anne Borgen - 2017-02-01 08:21:06
the wind creaked wistfully as Enna weaved her mingled mind from one depth of depression to the next... it seemed the harder she tried the deeper she fell...yet there was a subtle disturbance in her blind cold funk that threw her into surprise...a small winding wind seemingly took shape before her tear stained cheek bones... was it Him? He was still, small, quiet and yet...there. She blinked to clear her eyes from saline and He began to take shape in front of her. "This is love" He said... "that while you were Yet a sinner I died for you"...the word Yet pierced her soul like cream hitting coffee in the early morning grogginess.... she was sure...amidst her ash...amidst her fallen brokenness ...that He had traveled to her all the way from Heaven...on that simple word...YET.
My name is Anne Borgen. I am a broken saint called by God to Love Him and others by being vulnerable about the last 30 years of my own life's brokenness. I don't have all the answers but I believe more important than 'how to's' and "religious forums' is walking the path together..one blind saint searching for a morsel...holding another blind saint's hand...till both sojourners...are Home.
My background is Music Performance Ministry; playing at Lifest and traveling with my CD. My passion is Preaching, Council, Writing and Worship.
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My name is Anne Borgen. I am a broken saint called by God to Love Him and others by being vulnerable about the last 30 years of my own life's brokenness. I don't have all the answers but I believe more important than 'how to's' and "religious forums' is walking the path together..one blind saint searching for a morsel...holding another blind saint's hand...till both sojourners...are Home.
My background is Music Performance Ministry; playing at Lifest and traveling with my CD. My passion is Preaching, Council, Writing and Worship.
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