My friends, my sisters, the rain drops are falling. I am excited on this twenty-second day of the seventh month in the year R&R(ReCover&ReStore). I did not realize the process would be as it is. I did not get the email that I would have to get to my destination by way of the wilderness. Nobody told me I had been signed up for that excursion thru the desert. Well, thanks be unto God who causes us to triumph. I am grateful that despite what it looks like now, I can see myself, singing in the rain. I am reminded of my days of childhood, before I was concerned about my hair-do, the cooling rain would come at the end of a long, hot day. I would not look for an umbrella, I would just go out and dance and sing as the rain fell. I would lift of my head towards the sky, open my mouth and try to drink the rain. It was so refreshing. The rain always made everything better. The grass would wake up and sing in the rain. The worms would come out and sing in the rain. The bird...
Words shared among friends to inspire along the journey. Looking in the mirror, discovering and recovering as revelations are uncovered. Seeing and accepting all of me, owning my space and appreciating my place on the journey. Alive, Awake and Intentional!