It’s the kind of fortitude and okayness that come only from soaking up the outpouring from a ripped open heart.
Therapeutic tunnels promising greener grass succeed when they dump us back on the brown patch where we began.
Wishing we have “ears to hear” above the din of judgmental self-talk
YHWH and Yeshua choose US! With NO conditions.
We don’t need guidance. We need liberty—to unfold the goodness of who we are.
Do we “snap out of” divine moments because they are too much for us?