I'm glad she's ferocious

You know that feeling?
The feeling when your soul starts to stretch toward the light of God in the way the leaves of the green plants literally move with sunlight?
The feeling that there's a breeze ever so gently encouraging the steps your tired feet take toward God, be they ever so small?
The feeling which leaves you sorrowful at your separation from real relationship with Jesus yet gives you slight hope for each effort made to mend it?
That's a feeling of a prayer prayed for you.

Thanks for being ferocious, Ma. I need you to be just that. So that I can live into and beyond that feeling.