we've gotta get back on the blog bandwagon. somehow. wait...but, do i?
something's changed. something's shifted. i'm not sure what. maybe this isn't important anymore.
been thinking about beauty and wholeness lately. when my parents were visiting, my dad told me once a day how beautiful i was. it could make me cry. dad, i don't know if you realised but i found that incredibly healing. dad, i don't know if you realised, but i was paying attention. men, you have no idea how powerful those words are.
as i get older, as i get healthier (mentally, spiritually and physically) i'm finding myself more relaxed. easing into my self. easing into my sex. easing into who i am and who God created me to be. there's no war. nothing left to prove or convince. just...be.
visited my vineyard family this past weekend. i miss the vineyard flavour. the sensitivity. the stillness. the listening ear. all bending, towards the holy spirit. and, i found myself crying out it is only you who satisfies - be high and lifted up, lord.
and this is good thing. such a good thing.
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