Tag: grace

A Gentle Surrender

Unsorted September 4, 2019

There was a gentle

surrender into the quiet prayer

that had carried me so far.

It hadn’t always been graceful

on the surface

There continued to be moments

when the very best I could do

was to just keep going.

But there was a deepening sense

of grace and respect for

the journey.

And there was this continuous,

subtle, often wordless quiet prayer

through it all.

With a Hint of Grace

Reflections January 2, 2018

There was peace in the delicate way I learned to hold all thoughts and emotions and find my way through challenges — not alone, but with a hint of inner grace and trust I hadn’t known before.

I had gained a respect for the sacred journey back to our hearts. Tender places where old wounds lived reminded me of where I had been and the purity of love able to reach through dark places. The intensity of this love remained and softened the need for such extreme contrast.

Beneath the Surface

Reflections June 25, 2017

I found comfort

in no longer needing

to appear graceful

on the surface.

There was strength in

refusing to compromise

the connection

within my heart

for any reason —

even just a little.

It didn’t matter

how this life appeared

because there was

a deeper, truer

kind of grace

only those who had

dared to look beneath

the surface

could recognize.

Always

From A Quiet Prayer November 17, 2016

By grace,

I remembered

the power

of staying centered

within my heart

while offering

my part in the unfolding

of the story

we all share.

I healed

my own heart,

transformed darkness

within myself,

held and let go

of all parts

of me —

traded in every last

resentment in the search

for a deeper truth

and the slightest bit

of hope

for the remembrance

of this sacred journey

called life.

I healed

and transformed trauma

and found

a quiet prayer

connected with truth

and compassion

for all

could travel far —

reaching places

where few words

could go —

joining together

with others —

healing what had seemed

unhealable.

I honored

and traded

my own story

for a prayer.

And so I offer

this living prayer

always.

Amen