Eyes to See...

I wake in the early hours and wonder....with a stretch I seek within and without, asking for eyes to see...ears to hear...and the heart to perceive and understand. Snuggling deeper under the blankets with the cooling temps alleviating the heat of my cozy home, I wonder why I wake...I speak life over my children, over loved ones...I seek to remember dreams that have become as wispy and elusive as low lying mist over valleys, over fields of startling green...for a moment only and let them go...daylight hours are enough for grief, for heartache. I let them go and smile to myself with sure knowledge that I am loved, appreciated, necessary...I hang on to those moments to recall in the low spots, in the bright light of day when insecurities rear their ugly heads.

Yesterday the crew and I spent the day at a magnificent site on a road I know well from the past. A road I had traveled before...torturous hours spent fighting for my life...

Sighting a familiar vehicle on the road, blood pressure spikes...anxieties and fears threaten to overwhelm....Dear hearts, God is able...His peace passes all understanding...within minutes a calm came over my spirit and fear disappeared under the rock it crawled out from.

Today once more we head out down this road of fear and I welcome the test...knowing that I have one who knows all, sees all and holds me within His Hands. We start early this morning and so my words are short...however, I hope I can clearly convey the hope that is for each one of us...the love, the joy, the ability to accomplish all things with grace, with dignity, with courage.

Step out dear lost ones and know this...you are loved...protected...needed...necessary...and more than able. No mountain too large, no desert too dry....all things are possible in Him.

So stand tall, walk proud...speak your truth with grace and watch miracles happen.