Prickles and portals and play it again….

Sometimes into life’s overwhelm come soft days so thick with grace that the volume gets turned up on your dreams so loud that it drowns out some fear, shaking dance back into your feet until your heart starts taking on hope like a ship sinking fast in a sea of fresh mercy as heaven storms…

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Barbeque grace and the words I couldn’t say……..

¬†Shame. It wants to shut you up,¬† close you in, set your peace on fire. And it won’t be hushed until it burns your courage down. I lean into the turn of the year with a hungry hope and my walking-forward shoes laced up brave, I’m going looking for some shelter in this storm but…

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