Surrender before it’s settled. Surrender before all the questions are answered and all the tears are dry.

Do you have the courage to face your naked self? 

This beautiful song is haunting my soul in the most beautiful and refreshing way. 

The porch, for me, is a great metaphor for the choice we have when life hits hard.

Come and sit. Sit with words or sit with thoughts or sit with silence. Sit with laughter. Sit with tears. Simply Sit.

By some mysterious and upside down way of things, apparently great strength can be found in weakness.

The fight for peace is a fight worth fighting and a war that is already won. Sweet Spirit of Peace, still my heart. 

“Lord, you know all my desires and deepest longings. My tears are liquid words and you can read them all.”

Psalm 38:9

Without allowing myself to receive and transcend into acceptance of the radical love and absolute union with God, Love is incomplete.

I simply want my soul to be well. Being alive is enough. I am enough.

Draw me nearer to rest, nearer to peace, nearer to the heart of God.

In intimacy the line between where I end and another begins nearly ceases to exist.

Ditch the excuses. Ditch the doubt. Pull out the sword. Participate in your own healing.