praise

thankyou. thank you for breath to live and rain that soaks and drenches, for swings to ride into the summer dusk, thank you for the cross. and oh father. thank you that in the middle of so much hurt,

joy is my daily feast.

joy- the kind that allows my heart to escape this broken body and soar higher than i thought possible- joy that simmers with peace.

what a GIFT. blessing. what grace.

joy&peace.
in you, i am so very alive.