I have a confession: Sometimes I get impatient and rush ahead. Sometimes I get scared so nothing. 

As I process choices and outcomes, it is not so much the ‘Why’ that matters; it is the ‘What’.

How am I here? I am learning to live free . . .

The warrior of Hope may be brought to its knees, beat down and battered, but Hope is hard to kill. Hope will grasp for breath and spring back to life, even stronger than before.

I have a confession: I am not going to move on. 

I have a confession: Surface living is simply not satisfying.

What I am discovering is that in the absolute upside down way of things, the more I come face to face and heart to heart and soul to soul with the utter complexity of being human, and living in brokenness, the wider my lens becomes to see a vision of simplicity

I have the opportunity to dance with a Great Someone and be caught up in a Dance with Something much larger than myself.

I long for true seeing in the spiritual realm, the thin space where faith becomes sight and all promises are fulfilled.

To surrender to not knowing is actually to truly  Know. 

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

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

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

Psalm 38:9

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