This season is no different, though I do wish He'd remove this knife from my gut, and give me one day - just one - of sweet, nourishing peace and love, and take away the uncertainty and fear.
Twenty seventh thoughts on a page
What are you capable of?
Capable. It's a word I've toyed with the past few days in my mind. Quietly. Thoughtfully. Examining, holding myself accountable to the truths I don't want to acknowledge, facing them anyway. I have come to the notion that maybe I am ... capable. Maybe the struggle has been, all along, that I doubted whether I…
Her Heart on the Outside 