aflutter

I’m all aflutter. My mind is full, my heart even more so. I need to empty out mind and let heart sing. Arteries are clogged but emotion is breaking through in hot tears and jagged words. The eyes keep streaming even though I stop them up. And he says it’s good, and I know he’s right; because this journey is messy but it’s good.

I’m holding tight to this work, although I don’t feel strong enough. But I can to do all things. Strength is given for the taking.

The way it was written to be, with that characteristic perfect timing, I was given this. Now I’m preparing to give up. For ten days I’m joining Laura Emily and a group of strong women as we give up and dig deep, explore and discover. I’m clearing out, opening up. I’m seeking healing, physical and emotional. I’m seeking transformation and renewal, wisdom and words. I’m seeking God. And in seeking I will find. More than I bargained for, answered prayer, grace unending.

I’m a work under construction so bear with me. I’m tearful and shaky, forgetful and distracted. I’m being made new.

And it’s all good.