A time to Resume...

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I've been avoiding this sacred space like the plague.

It's been scarring me numb.

Intimate heart-whispers that ignite a full fire, a passion, a rumbling under the skin to write... and I want to hide instead. Fearful.

Let's NOT go there.

Let's NOT say that.

Let's NOT ruffle feathers.

But it won't let up... the shaking & stirring, it's burning. And hiding is giving me no sweet release. Comfort is not being found in my wanting to escape the possibility of opposition.

So, here I am tap-tap-taping on these white keys scuffed with dirt from hands and I see the beauty in that. That white doesn't stay clean long.

Dirt is beyond lovely when it brings clarity. When it makes known our need for washing. Cleansing.

Life simply gets gritty sometimes. It can't always be tied up in pretty packages with sparkling string. Some times it explodes into a glorious mess. And I see the beauty in that too.

His sovereign working, ALL things.

All things together for good.

Mess.

Pain.

Hurt.

Grit.

It's all grace.

It's all His.

This too. This small space. It's purposed.

And it doesn't always come packaged full of charming take-aways.

But one thing is certain... it's real & it's heart!