4/1/2023
There’s this space between what is and what will be-a pause, gap, breath, selah, Yahweh. A bridge called grace waits with open arms.
It can feel like waiting, a gap that divides.
It can feel like spring is happening all around you and you’re tucked neatly still in winter hibernation.
Rest is a beautiful season when needed-settle in and embrace its reviving, clarity-driven beauty.
