The Lord unlocks closed places in my heart; I have courage because He’s with me, I’m secure in His love.
I continue to discover and encounter the feminine face of God; I see how struggle, new life, and the Eucharist are all revealed and made known in my own my life with labor, birth, and nursing.
Tears and anger bubbled out of me as I felt all my feelings; the little girl in me found healing in this moment.
After twelve years of reading and reading No Man Is an Island, I was ready for a new copy; may I learn as much from this powerful text in the next twelve years as I have over the last twelve years.
The Lord is bringing clarity and focus to places in my heart blurred by pain; it is a scary yet empowering process.
As God gently pulls back each layer of my false self; I am slowly beginning to taste and see the beauty of my own soul.
As the cool, quiet morning dawned, I sipped coffee and soaked in the beauty.
The week was filled with excitement and joy and anticipation of what is to come; peace came like a quiet whisper reminding me to sit patiently in the present.
Sitting in silence can be uncomfortable yet healing; silence surfaces parts of me I haven’t noticed before.
The twists and turns of this week’s days had me rejoicing, resting, and struggling… sometimes all at once.
Joy burst in my life as I created space, decluttering heart and home.
Kind, patient, encouraging, and understanding; my heart bursts knowing that my children have such a loving and compassionate father.
Time and time again, I see God’s scale tipping towards mercy and compassion; Compassion met me a myriad of ways.
Letting the Light shone on the dark places of my heart, mind, and soul; learning to love with all my strength.