coming out of hiding

it's amazing how silence can fill you with words.  thank you for grace this week.  my heart is full because i went slowly, did what was necessary and wasn't constantly narrating my own life. 


i missed it a little {social media, that is}. but i certainly am not going back to the crazy woman i was.  i'm coming out of hiding,  but i'm not shouting it from the roof-tops. 

these are tender days. like these gorgeous flowers i cut from our yard, because of her. and put in a vase she gave me.   so fragrant.  i walk by the dining room and just inhale.  that's what i'm doing these days, breathing deep.  inhaling life here.  letting it sink into my heart. 

the flowers are lovely {but fragile} some are already wilting. and new ones still tight;y wrapped, waiting to bloom.  that's what my life feels like.  lovely, fragile, wilting, and full of promise all at the same time.