Words fall off my tongue, they fall off blank and flat. I stare uneasily at my lack, my limited, my meager.
My heart breaks and no phrase follows to patch-work-quilt the love, the beseeching, the prayer I want to give.
…
Tonight Emily asks for us to send love to a mama who must bury her young daughter. I don’t know what to say, but I can pick-up ink and apply pressure to paper. I can draw mama arms that surround. I can put line upon line to honor her broken, her giving, and her loving.
Please join me in covering her, please.
…
:: prayers ::
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oh, janae.
*breathes*
Sarah McLachlan said it {sang it} so well.
We’re all just fumbling towards ecstasy.
…xo…
{your kind word *exquisite* – and your link – thank you.}
praying….
Life
such a mystery
love and light
ps your image is amazing
“such a mystery”
I couldn’t agree more.
xo
breathing prayer, precious sister.
you break with the broken. this is Jesus with skin.
“Jesus with skin” – that is just lovely Rachel, really, lovely.
you picture. yes. i find my words there.
I believe that anything we say ‘yes’ to becomes our own.
Your yes, creates a way, a space for it to speak for you.
So incredible …
That image. WoW. Sending love that way.
I join my love with yours. Thank you, friend.
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oh friend… no words. just–thank you. thank you. xo