When healing oil was needed
for the wounds within my soul,
When battered raw and bleeding,
I needed to be whole.
I’m surprised by how each year’s word still catches my attention, drawing me in and reminding me to slow down, lean in and listen deep as God speaks.
In a place where I knew I truly was NOT enough, a joy had been gifted to me. A sufficiency beyond my own carried me when I saw no other way.