I have learned that writing puts my heart in perspective. Putting the words of my heart down on paper, so to speak, allows my mind to begin comprehending the emotions. It is a place to begin… a place that leads to me to my Father’s arms.
And so after writing my prior post...I sat… on the lanai with a cool breeze wafting over me, and a cup of warm chai… and poured my heart and soul out into the waiting arms of God.
And grace has come… or perhaps, has been poured lavishly about me. It has come in the steamy water of the shower… washing over me and refreshing me. It has come in Emily’s words… and reminder that each day we are renewed... and in the caring words of friends and strangers. Grace has come to me in my husband’s arms, wrapped around me and holding me up. It has come to me in my son’s persistence… not giving up, even if it is only opening the new jar of peanut butter. It has come in my mother’s tears… her heart, checking on mine. I am always amazed by His grace… that He is ready and waiting for me to just reach out and accept it… that He is already in the process of pulling me out of the muck and mire that I have stored around my heart. As my heart and mind is lifted to the sunshine, He has left me a message… one that was laying under the layers of the mud… His reminder that tomorrow is another day, and He has all of my worries in His mighty hands… and mostly importantly… Be still and know that I AM.