I'm in a season of healing. Wounds that I didn't even know I had have been brought into the Light, and I'm abundantly grateful. Seasons are made up many different kinds of days, and I've found that this one has consisted of sunny days of revelation, stormy days of pain, cloudy days of confusion, and windy days of change.
I'm learning to stop wishing the undesirable days away. They are there for a purpose. They carry me into the next day. The next season. Embracing them helps me practice the beautiful discipline of Being...
...in the moment
...still...and knowing that He.Is.God.
It opens up my ears to hear the still, small voice of The Holy Spirit...
Peace. That's what I leave you. When your stomach is in knots and your mind is racing, that is not from Me.
Pay attention to your body. To your mind. To your soul. To your strength.
Remember the picture of the iceberg. Whatever is visible to your eye is the product of what's buried underneath.
So when you realize what's visible...turn your vessel back to the calm waters.