I was doing some spring cleaning today and found this poem handwritten by a dear friend on a piece of parchment, hidden behind a stack of books on my fireplace. I was brought back to last summer when she gave it to me. I read it a dozen times that night, crying harder than I ever had and letting go of a love I had clung to for longer than I should. It was a moment that I will always remember as being an intense time of brokenness, conversion and humble submission to the one who saw me, made me and knows my deepest desires. Later on today I was going through my phone deleting unnecessary data and I came across a text message from another friend that included a line from the poem. I was once again taken back to a moment late last fall in a beautiful home, reading poetry by candlelight. I can hear the voice of a friend reading it to me. His voice is something I cherish as a gift. A gift given in a time of vulnerable openness, and when this poem was read by him, I felt myself healing. As I read it again today, I was reminded of all the ways God has been working and is working in my life. Although I am a sinner and fail every day to be a true representation of Christ in me, I needed to read these words again, and again. Knowing that each season, each person in that moment is the present tense gift from God to me. Embracing these moments as sacred, while not holding onto them too tightly is what I am learning. I am entering into a new season of deepness with my creator and I felt this beauty was something I wanted to share. While this is a small moment in my daily life, it is one that is influencing everything I do, say, and create lately. It feels right to take time to embrace this change and share it with whomever is present in this place.