Praying on sacred ground I feel a very present hope.
Realigning with my spirit I am set free.
Allowing God control and his mercies to flow I am revived.
Giving myself moments of respite to carry me through is not selfish.
It is praise and worship.
It is a holy time of refreshment.
The Mt. Pleasant church bells ring in the distant.
Another reminder that I am not alone.
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I will trust God to give what he feels fit these next 10 days.
I will no longer beg, borrow, or steal troubles.
I will not “awfulize”.
God knows what is best and how to bless and when to test and when to intervene.
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If greenery can grow from dry rock crevices, I can grow a new spirit.
If creeks can flow through any season, my soul can flow through a week of uncertainty.
If trees can stand for a century, my heart can stand whatever life throws its way.
If ferns along the path can die and return in the spring, I can live again and return from the death by hopelessness.
If tree roots can be exposed to life’s storms and the tree still live, I can bare my soul, expose my heart, open my mind, and give my spirit to living a blessed life despite inconveniences.
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I wish I could do this every day.
Find quiet and peace.
Know solitude and hope.
Feel mercy and grace.
It doesn’t take a beautiful location.
It takes a soul willing to pause and reflect on its blessings.
It takes a heart willing to open and receive continued goodness.
It takes a spirit willing to accept the beauty of life.
(I will be on respite at Kiawah Island for the next week.)
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