That beautiful time of the week slipped into place without notice. Friday, you’ve come all too soon and yet right on time. My heart still needs to play a little catch up and my head wants to process oh so much more. Time swooshes by and I’m reaching for air to exhale so I’m ready for a little ditty of writing without editing. Five minutes without frills. The real, raw kind of writing that hits my soul in a refreshing way. No holds bar. Whatever pours out onto the page. And today, we’re writing on….
I crinkle the sides of my face when I think about the beautiful thing the Lord did. If you’ve seen my face and the laughter that comes when talking about this story then you’ll know that I’ve found my safe place. I found someone safe who listens to my whole story. I laugh because for so long I kept secret about this refuge because I hadn’t learned how to swallow my pride. Most often people gets bits of my story and bits of my heart. Those who know the whole story lodge themselves in the depths of my heart. This healing process with this
counselor friend mentor peer beautiful soul unfolds in unexpected ways and I’m realizing that the journey toward wholeness requires telling the whole story. The more pieces I tell the more I come together and fold unto myself in wholeness amidst the brokenness. God loves hearing me share the whole story. So do other people. The real parts of life. Life’s too short to skimp on these.
what pours out of your heart when you write about “whole”?