I long for a time of rest.
A time when
I can create my own home for the family
that I have yet to begin.
I long for the peace of reading amid
my small, fruitful
garden that I have so very diligently tended and
nurtured in the cool
of the afternoons.
I long for a time when all I
have to learn, is how to further become a
Proverbs 31 woman,
through and through.
I long for the day
when my artistic endeavors will be granted
full pardon to
the order of a day; pure
unrestrained
creation.
I long to teach my yet to be had children
all that I have discovered
and learned
on my
unavoidable path of
entrepreneurship.
