I need to believe You are found in the silent places, in the pause. That rest and restoration come, not in dogged clinging, but in release. That space for process is progress and there is no formulaic fix. That going inward means gathering strength to live and give again. That I can choose joy to help me bear this present suffering. That this is my time for Sabbath. That I don’t need to change what I am doing at this present moment for other’s opinions of what I should and shouldn’t do, of what is best, or right, or good.
stumbled on your blog via facebook awhile ago. you are an amazing writer, adele. these posts are very moving and touching.