If you find yourself strugglingto see past your imperfectionsbecause you cannot figure out howwhat’s torn apart can come together,may you know in your soul that the answer is not found in thinking,feeling,doing,but in trusting in what is Greater than you.

no matter how dark the night,in the morning, Light pours through,filling every corner of the room.

As sure as the watermakes waypast the river stones,so does hope carry youpast the depthof your unknowns,under fogged and white-gray skiesthat demandthe most of tired eyes,the sound of the rushing rivergently speaks:all is passing,truly passing.

Choosing to have joyis not naively thinkingeverythingwill be easy.It is courageouslybelievingthat there isstill hope,even whenthings get hard.

While we are trying to make sense of things,may we learn to make peace with things.

find momentsbetween breathsbetween midnight and mornings,when no one is speakingand no one is singingbut God-Sent-Love is breathing.

And here I am,in the middle of it alllearning to see the beauty and truthin all I do not understand,I will hold hope within my handsthat I can be here in the betweensand find joy right where I amand know endless, boundless peacerunning wild over everything.

And nowafter everything:I know this:There is a reasonI am here.And that reasonis bigger than me.So I will carry onwith great faithbeyond what I can see.in pursuit of bold courage,on the adventureof the journey.

And maybe not everyone will have time for me,And maybe there will be people who feel I am too much,But I have learned that I am still worthy of Love,and that is more than enough.

I will stretch my hands up to the sky,to say, “I am afraid but I will try,