Often, God, I put significant pressure on myself, trying to fix or save or salve wounds that are Yours to manage, regularly disallowing the grace I offer the people I cherish. Much of this comes from my upbringing: wonderful, loving parents but enormous responsibility as the oldest of seven children.
During my current reality, I’ve created a pattern of almost always putting my needs last, subjugating my desires to lean toward the path I believe I’m supposed to follow: duty-bound, caregiving, choosing a persona of bravery, strength, and concern for others (which I presume is what I’m called to). Dear friends counsel, “You need to take care of or have compassion for yourself too,” yet helpfulness and self-denying are still the go-to. I rarely ask for help or assume heady expectations, so I’m sometimes caught off guard when those exquisite, love-filled, unexpected moments occur.
On this sunny autumn day, as a gentle breeze moves the air, allowing the leaves to sway in the sacred silence leaning into her next cycle, I rely on the gift of the three generations of my family and how we each perceive our world. A lot has changed in the decades I’ve walked on our earth. In awe, I pick up a tiny acorn capable of being a mighty Oak tree, aware that if I settle in and hold a nut from the beautiful bark-covered, leaf-shedding beauty, I see a glimpse of hope—despite our planet’s evil, hatred, and despair.
Dear reader, today, my heart reaches out to you, asking you to honor, value, respect, and recognize your worth as a child of God because this is truth no matter where your life is now.
With Love,
Kay
peace full home®—intentional living 
What a beautiful message, Kay! It’s one that we often neglect. Have a most amazing and Spirit-blessed day!!!
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Thank you, Carol!
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