I am with you in your brokenness because it is my brokenness too. Allow me to be resurrected through your triumph.
This year I am giving up “should” and this will make more room to discover…that I will become more accepting of myself and of others.
When I look in the mirror, my grandfather looks back…It’s a gift to accept my potential to love like God.
And so it is with God, easier to love the God who is not rather than the God who is, a God distant, one who cannot touch us.
Thank you, gentle God, for loving me as I am, through the ones who know me best, my family.