That time when you have nothing left to give and you wonder what else?
Tired.
When your day is filled with steps upward on a downward escalator.
Beaten.
Is there any sense to this madness?
Hope?!
A momentary hush. An unexpected silence. There tucked within is our soul’s longing.
Grace.
A love so deeply needed and yet rarely fully imagined.
Grace.
A peace beyond our heart’s ability to know, but it feels true.
Grace.
So complete. Perfect and pure.
Grace.
Here in this moment of endless hurry and tasks undone.
Grace.
My souls full worth. My days yet to be written.
Grace.
Rev. Shawn J. Smith 