It’s been a while since I’ve written. One of my longer dry spells. Aside from a shifting in capacity with time management as we are back to school/work, my heart has been quite complacent. In spite of doing all the things…choosing faith and continuing to pursue the beautiful things of life and faith…it’s been a challenge to communicate to my heart in a way that would convince it to fully engage.
A few weeks ago, I went to my counselor. It had been nearly a year since our last visit and within the first 10 minutes of our time, the release I needed came with permission and confirmation to be okay with exactly where I was. Fearing I was spiraling backwards, he reassured me that where I am in this season is not only normal, but it’s a healthy stage in my healing process.
In the life stage process.
I think the most precious thing I have discovered, to date, about the mid-40’s, is this tantalizing understanding that who I am is enough. In my broken, I am enough. In my quirkiness. In my differences. In my similarities.
God has so refined and molded me through life circumstances, both supportive and damaging relationships, and in spite of my diverse filters, and in deep spaces that are hard to convey, I know He is working to heal, restore, fill up and grow me in ways I never could have verbalized or even imagined.
He is so faithful!
I have missed you all. Missed this space and the creativity that sometimes flows like a river, oftentimes a trickle, but always in perfect timing. I pray many blessings over you in this coming week. Do some work. Rest more. And let life flow…