This was beautiful, friend. Your words are always a balm. Today I’ve been sitting in John’s letters and the idea that “abide” means coming home. Your reflection was synchronicity.
Tasha, I still think often of Shalom sick and my thoughts. I still find myself feeling for home and wishing I were there. I am almost seventy now and perhaps Home will take on another thought life. As always, grateful. 🥹 🙏🏼🕯️🕊️🩶❤️🩹🍉🫒🌿
This was beautiful, friend. Your words are always a balm. Today I’ve been sitting in John’s letters and the idea that “abide” means coming home. Your reflection was synchronicity.
Thank you, Dorina! I love that definition of “abide.” 💛
Tasha, I still think often of Shalom sick and my thoughts. I still find myself feeling for home and wishing I were there. I am almost seventy now and perhaps Home will take on another thought life. As always, grateful. 🥹 🙏🏼🕯️🕊️🩶❤️🩹🍉🫒🌿
Susan, I love the thought that “home” can take on another thought life for you. What hope and possibility exists there.
Breathtaking and so deeply needed. Thank you for this, dear Tasha.
You are so welcome, Angela.