Woke up this morning remembering what a gift life is. How easy it is to get beaten down or battered around. How easy it is to forget what a treasure of possibility each day, each breath, holds. I am far from being healed. But I am in the process of being healed. I have not arrived, but I have bothered to get on the road. And that has taken courage.
I don't know what this day holds. Or the ones that come after. Except that I know that they are full of love, adventure, kindness and mystery. New mercies. Every day. Even for me. Though I tremble and totter, sigh and speculate. I am never separated from His love. Ever.
Nor are you.
blessings.
I don't know what this day holds. Or the ones that come after. Except that I know that they are full of love, adventure, kindness and mystery. New mercies. Every day. Even for me. Though I tremble and totter, sigh and speculate. I am never separated from His love. Ever.
Nor are you.
blessings.
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