I write in a journal every morning. It’s a personal thing, just thoughts and musings and lists of things I need to do. Sometimes it is very mundane, and sometimes things come out of it that I wasn’t expecting.
There was something I wrote the other day that at the time didn’t seem that important, but I was glancing back and noticed it a few days later. The sentence ripped through me like lightning. It read:
Continue reading “Down But Never Out”Sometimes pain and heartache are necessary to strip away the protective armour, to lay one bare before creation to rediscover who we really are.