Today, a single rose holds all the fragrance that has been, is now, and will forever be.
“The beauty in a heart torn is more than what remains to — Beat on. It…
Though it is true “a painting is never finished,” there are unmistakable moments when I immediately know the painting has reached a state where it rests in wholeness.
I discern this state as active with the aliveness of a dynamic incarnational being, and quiet with the unchanging presence of the One in Whom all things hold together.
New rhythms for daily life have been born for many of us while sheltering in place. Perhaps the slower, more deliberate — even drawn out — pace of moving through each day has delighted you in ways that surprise you. Perhaps your heart has been awakened in the spaciousness of an empty calendar that first annoyed you, but now holds a mysterious alluring aliveness.