The “untruths” had no chance against the power of my identity as God’s beloved and His presence within community.
I held so tightly to a specific vision of love that I didn't even trust God to help me identify it, to help me wait for it, to remind me that it surrounded me.
Although I entered into this world as a receiver, I have found myself uncomfortable with receiving than giving.
I realized that perhaps this was God's invitation for me all along as I reflect on my life unraveled in front of Him.
I can never escape Your love.
God was suffering with me in the darkness. He was the gentle reminders of love, the light that guided me through.
Gratitude sustained me, and it is what remains.
I felt God intimating, "My love for you is so much stronger than what you perceive as your faults and failings."
Pain is like a drug though. When you use it too long, it poisons a person, and so it happened to me.
Ingratitude is my inability to see God’s magnanimity.
Rather than running from our failings, Mary embraces each of us with the tenderness of a parent comforting a sick child.
Nothing in God’s world is a mistake.
In stillness, I sense God's call for me to count my blessings.
I felt God reminding me I had a choice, even in the fragile state that I was in.
It was a moment where he gazed past the supposed nothingness and instead saw abundance.
God felt far away, as I believed in order to be loved by him I had to be perfect.
God was using those around me as instruments of his love for me. I just had to let myself be loved.
I arrogantly thought that because I had transformed, the world around me did as well.
The effort of moving towards the light has been a struggle lately in my journey towards forgiveness and healing.
And yet, despite the gratitude I have experienced with each new or deepened grace, I have felt an
underlying restlessness within me—an ache to be “further along” in life or to have finally
“arrived.”