mindset refreshed, newness poured upon the brain, showers. Storms send wind, drive the rain and make what feared come alive, take up unused space. covering once again what was once covered, held tight

I miss my mom. I miss my mother so much, I often don’t think about her. I miss my mom so much, it takes stumbling across an old picture for me to

Hide me in your shadows / help me see the safety in your light / the freedom in being held by you / remind me darkness is no friend / it lurks and creeps / inviting me deeper

The scripture I am meditating on this week & questions to engage with it. May we be blessed and transformed by the word of the Lord. Scripture: Isaiah 53:7 NKJV 7 He

i thought i lost you. dropped you somewhere between then and now, there were no bread crumbs reminding me of how far we had come. there were no red strings, marking the path

it is hard to move, to shift, to breathe new air, when a plan has not been carefully charted. going with the wind sounds fun but when the gusts pick up and threaten

sitting still and just being have never been easy, responsibilities heaped on top of responsibility, no end to the demand i have been expected to keep up with. there is a chair, but

I often search my mind for memories of you, Sometimes I find them easily, a flower bud at the first of Spring, Other times the search is more difficult, - a green leaf

I have been going through a lot of changes as I have been a mother now for 4 months! I am not sure what I thought motherhood would be like, but I can

there is more to see and come to know. the darkness cannot exist in your light. so shine. release the fire within. the flickering does not mean an end is near. it signifies

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Morning seems to come quicker than night likes to stay The stars decide they need sleep too And hide behind the clouds while the sun yawns Sending the birds of the air into

One of the hardest truths for me to believe is that I am not alone. There are moments when I know and believe it but I think more times than not, I forget.

Your patience with me Smooth, flows over every hard “no” Dismantles every “please stop” Sees the fear behind those words For hugs never did me any harm Kisses on the shoulder, arm or