I love clown of God, it’s part of our home library. And I shall keep you in my prayers; this feels like a strange and trying season from my perspective as well. Much love to you ❤️
There is something so disorienting about not feeling or thinking like yourself. I’ve been there too these last couple months and that feeling of being not quite at home in your own life is uncomfortable. A friend shared this poem with me several years ago, so I’ll share it with you now:
Thank you my friend. I appreciate this. So beautiful . I know you are not a stranger to pain and health stuff. Thanks for sharing this and commenting, too. ❤️
Thank you Julie. Thank you for juggling. Thank you for holding the tension. Thank you for the depth of humanity, love, and determination that you share in the midst of your word juggles. You are a beautiful person and the way you share yourself deepens my faith. Vicki
I love clown of God, it’s part of our home library. And I shall keep you in my prayers; this feels like a strange and trying season from my perspective as well. Much love to you ❤️
Thank you Jenn💜
There is something so disorienting about not feeling or thinking like yourself. I’ve been there too these last couple months and that feeling of being not quite at home in your own life is uncomfortable. A friend shared this poem with me several years ago, so I’ll share it with you now:
Welcoming Blessing
by Jan Richardson
When you are lost
in your own life.
When the landscape
you have known
falls away.
When your familiar path
becomes foreign
and you find yourself
a stranger
in the story you had held
most dear.
Then let yourself
be lost.
Let yourself leave
for a place
whose contours
you do not already know,
whose cadences
you have not learned
by heart.
Let yourself land
on a threshold
that mirrors the mystery
of your own
bewildered soul.
It will come
as a surprise,
what arrives
to welcome you
through the door,
making a place for you
at the table
and calling you
by your name.
Let what comes,
come.
Let the glass
be filled.
Let the light
be tended.
Let the hands
lay before you
what will meet you
in your hunger.
Let the laughter.
Let the sweetness
that enters
the sorrow.
Let the solace
that comes
as sustenance
and sudden, unbidden grace.
For what comes,
offer gladness.
For what greets you
with kindly welcome,
offer thanks.
Offer blessing
for those
who gathered you in
and will not
be forgotten—
those who,
when you were
a stranger,
made a place for you
at the table
and called you by your name
Thank you my friend. I appreciate this. So beautiful . I know you are not a stranger to pain and health stuff. Thanks for sharing this and commenting, too. ❤️
Thank you Julie. Thank you for juggling. Thank you for holding the tension. Thank you for the depth of humanity, love, and determination that you share in the midst of your word juggles. You are a beautiful person and the way you share yourself deepens my faith. Vicki
So much love to you, Vicki. You (and your lovely family for sure) are such a peaceful presence. Thanks for your kind words, they mean a lot!!!