It has been a rough couple of
Thankfulness rises accompanied by tears today.
It is a messy sort of gratitude grown from within the crucible of suffering, pain, frustration...exhaustion...
It is as my beautiful friend Shawntele put it: Joy in the Midst
~ I am grateful for the miracle of Love : whereby we hold our wounded selves against another wounded soul and trust that the Father is making something beautiful out of the mess.
~ I am so thankful for mercy and grace extended when fear dominates and clouds vision and reason.
~ My heart is humbled by fractured hearts still reaching out, blossoming in the reality of our Heavenly Father's unlimited, matchless Grace and Love.
~ For breath and hope and the ability to let go and trust when everything that can be shaken...is.
~ For Life distilled into precious oil...that anoints and infuses the soul with a sense of eternity.
I am thankful for you....for all of you who read, who comment...who bless me with your lives...
We the broken, wounded lovers..are being made beautiful....just wait and see!