The last few days have been ones of contemplation. Of risk. Of healing and of time with my Daddy God.

He doesn't seem to care where we are emotionally when He crashes in on our hearts to say: I love you.

Smiles.

Missing the finding fathers movement .. Yet knowing I belong here.

Feeling a call home. To where I was spiritually born.

But Im not sure if I'll fit.

I just need to soak there and let God heal me again.

 Its been a sit down and heal season anyways. Which I knew. .but mom is doing sooo much better and lots of good news has renewed my hope again and depression has ceased.

Prayer works. I don't care what anyone of the pessimists say.

Mom has been healed and continues to "be healed", in Jesus NAME.

I said allot more yesterday and lost the post looking for a google photo.haha! (Just like me btw) and it was too deep to rewrite, so I decided it must just be for my personal journey btwn.God and I.

He's still teaching me that one.

Hugs to all.