Tag: Joy
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Godprints in Dry Places
There is a sacred kind of beauty in being cared for—extravagantly. It’s not loud or flashy. It doesn’t demand attention. But it arrives like dew on thirsty ground, like balm to a weathered soul. It’s the kind of love that surprises me in the quiet places—reminding me that I am seen, held, and cherished by…
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The Sacred Ordinary
She wakes just before the sun, eyes blinking in the soft light filtering through the blinds. Her first breath of the day is slow and deep—and without even thinking, she gives thanks. The air feels cool, clean, and promising. There’s a familiar ache in her joints, but her feet touch the floor, and she walks.…
Braving Authenticity 