The week ends for me. The blessed week filled with quiet spaces and longer breaths. The week that gave me the pause to rest tired pilgrim feet. The week that gave me the time to think about everything again and finger printed photographs and let the memories fuel my own spirit's restoration.
All I needed was the quietness to hear my soul speak. The quiet to hear the voice of God. And I rise from the silence to find the words to speak here in this space all that I've heard. To write all that I am beginning to believe.