Who am I? In comparison to this young woman with three children and a newly diagnosed brain tumor why her? Beautiful and young with purpose. I'm old. I've abused myself and have allowed others to follow. The wrinkles on my face aren't Mother natures gift of time. It's a badge of trauma from an unworthy life. So why am I here and why is she being tested? Life is unbalanced...so unfair. All I could do is place my hands on her crown and breathe the healing into the places of "dis"ease. All I could do is hold her soul and lift her up with spirit. All I could do is love her from this place of knowing about brokenness. All I did was wipe her tears away and love her. Why her God...and why me?
A client today. It made me sad to see such a vibrant woman, young, beautiful with life purpose be brought to her knees. xoxo
Your currency, should currently Be known for it's barbarity Your hostility, and severity Will flip minority to majority The reality and authority That we want to see desperately Is a community that concurrently Finds solidarity and integrity In the simplicity of sincerity Because, you know what? It's not easy, it's simple
I was stumbling through life when I met you. Unbalanced on the uneven terrain of God and school, and friendships, and family. But you caught hold of my flailing hands, and wrapped your arms around my waist to steady me, you said. But now, I'm stumbling through the internet, looking at pictures of you and them. And I waver, As I imagine you with her, and me here alone with my phone. You said You were busy, Which is why there was no reply. But why can't You be busy With me?