the one true thing I keep finding when I meet the shame or self doubt/hate/deprecation is this: grace.
the energy to search out stories of life within the concrete walls of our own fear.
false negotiations beg to be broken, pouring out liquid grace upon the hard surface of lies our hearts never believed in.
I need grace. In order to see minuscule blessings and acknowledge the depth of the glanced over; grace, I need.
I need grace in effort to live with eyes that see, ears that hear, a voice that speaks and my own well-worn heart that loves and loves and loves.