Held by Grace

For all the have nots, cannots, the pain that grows worse with trying to heal, eyes that cannot see and one hand that cannot hold or write, and the quietness each one brings to my heart, knowing Your sweet Hands, o Life, are strong enough,  I say thank you.

Simple truths trying to find the loom that will weave them together, a tapestry of beauty, love, faithfulness and belief in destiny and forever, this moment alone is worthy of the journey and for that hope, I say thank you

Gifted Sky

I have never wondered whether there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.  The treasure was in the gift, the possibility that exists with each drop of rain and the delight when potential is gifted reality.

I know what my day has held... as you think of your day and the night awaiting.... from my sky to yours, it is the same sky and likewise, my friend, so is the rainbow.

And should you doubt, that the rainbow is yours, a gentle reminder, look and see.... she has gifted two.