where to find Peace
I remember a year where my word of the year was 🅟🅔🅐🅒🅔- because 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚.
I remember looking for calms within the storms.
I remember hunting down places for quiet stillness, places to become the foot of the cross.
I remember so 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, so 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺, so 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 wanting something inside of my chest to feel whole again.
And what I found? 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣. Peace isn’t a place-it’s a Person.
art
The act of creating(whether it be through writing, music, dance, art, or another media) is an act of faith. It’s an act of faith that, through the vulnerability of expressing our innermost emotions, we can grow. It is the hope within all of it that we may bless another person who may be experiencing similar emotions.
friends that love
It’s been a heavy week. It couldn’t be polished pretty or wrapped in a bow. This week, I needed to kneel.
name it holy
The words 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮 have been germinating around in my head for a few years. I think it’s because there have been poignant moments in my life where only the supernatural can fully receive the credit. Moments that I was privileged to witness what happened. Experiences that can’t be explained otherwise.
This morning was one of those moments.
even if...
*𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 the laundry piles high and the detergent runs low
*𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 the children say they are bored and you feel worn
