Far and Away...

I was reminded this morning as I struggled over emotions bubbling up and out...tears track down my face as I survey the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months behind me...strung out in spurts, in definitive splats and in leaps...ground covered no matter how small...victories won no matter how insignificant they may seem in the moment. Those tiny triumphs become battles won, they morph into grace upon the battlefield....

Some days I am so focused on healing the wounds, repairing the damages left behind..I forget all God has done. This morning sipping coffee and listening to music that brought me back, that sat me down and drew me to the beginning of the exodus...to the pain, the torture, the fear that spurred me to change...that gave wings to my feet and set me on the path out of hell to a promised land of light, of love, of grace and mercy and compassion.

A heart full of thankfulness, of gratitude to a God who never gives up...who never forsakes...who will always be waiting for us to turn to Him. Love saves us...

Love saved me...I ran to the light...I stumbled and I fell...I rose up again and walked a dark path to love and grace once more.

Dear hearts...there is life waiting for you...a good life...a life full of peace, full of hope and grace....for you...the thought this morning, when will we allow ourselves miracles...allow ourselves to be happy? We too are worthy...worthy of kindness and a love that never ends...worthy of a magical kind of love, each one of us.

We are meant for more than the pain that suffuses our every breath...meant for joy...meant for love...meant for peace....

Go with God today and rest in the knowledge that you are fearfully and wonderfully made for a unique purpose...walk tall, stand proud and speak your truth with love, with grace and with kindness in your hearts and watch your spirit soar.