My only calm is you.
This is one of those days where I can only hold my hands out, thankful, for I see that I am being cared for. Well.
With so many changes on the horizon, my footing seems shaky and my focus, feeble. And yet (the glorious “and yet”), a fullness rises out of breathing deep and letting go. This is trusthopegracepeacelovejoyeverything. He who cares for me loves. Well.