knowings

life in abundance.

Sunday morning brought about a bounty of revelations for me — these bone-deep, soul-warming knowings.

I am alive and grateful for this life that is mine, and for the life that is making its way to me.

My life is abundant. I am surrounded by extensions of God’s grace, love, and mercy.

Heavy is less of a burden when you’re cognitive of your assignment. Higher steps, heavier cross. Jesus’ cross was heavy because of his calling. Why would yours be any different?

Mourning is not the absence of morning. My ability to experience genuine joy deepens the more I tend to my grief. In fact, it depends on it.

To be held with deep concern, my god, what a beautiful thing.

For the sake of, I would do it again and again and again.

All these beautiful reckonings.