The Prize is Yours
You are not behind as you have feared, my precious one. You are not the horse at the end of the race, last to cross the finish line. You are not one who holds back because of fear. Nor do…
You are not behind as you have feared, my precious one. You are not the horse at the end of the race, last to cross the finish line. You are not one who holds back because of fear. Nor do…
My precious child, may I have this dance? Will you come with me to the middle of the dance floor? To the clearing in the forest? To the meadow where the sun glistens? Come with me. Hear the music. Feel…
Draw the rain to you, my beloved, in resurrected hope. Lift your hands to the sky. Call out to the clouds to release their waters to pour upon you all their bounty. Let them shower you, cleansing you of yesterday.…
Feel the brokenness in your soul. Let it break. Let it break without fear that you will be rendered fractured, deemed worthless, and tossed away. You have seen that happen time and time again. Something breaks. Its owner throws it…
Listen, my beloved, to the music of nature that surrounds you. Open your ears. Hear creation calling out in serenade to you. Music. It’s in the gentleness of the wind that gushes past, and in the soft breeze that blows…
I am so humbled and blessed to share with you this conversation I had with Dan Mullins from My Camino – the podcast. Thanks, Dan!