There will be love...

I had the amazing opportunity to spend some days with a dear friend of mine this week. Our time together consisted of lots of food, quite a bit of laughter and dancing and much, much conversation about our lives. Not the kind of conversation where you are waiting for the next break to insert your stories, but the kind that flows and moves organically, where you do not feel that you are giving or taking too much but that you are really sharing openly and lovingly.

We touched on many topics and shared very much about our lives, where we have been and where we hope to be going. I was incredibly moved by her love, her honesty, her hugs and her tears. She spoke truth about her life and deeply rooted truth into mine. I felt that I have been wept for in my struggle of finding God and hope in a place that makes it so easy to lose oneself. 

There was a point in our time together, there was a comfort of being at ease, of letting down all the walls and being loved by her, by God, for this life I am deeply bushwhacking my way through. 

Later in that evening, we went to an Ash Wednesday service and there was time for meditation, thought and prayer. I felt so open to communicate and relate with God at this point. I paused in the silence and asked God plainly: "What do you want from me?" This question was a little more in desperation than stubborness. The answer was personal, beautiful and chain-loosening. Maybe in the near future I will share it with you, right now it is mine to grow and discuss. 

For anyone reading this I pray for a place of peace and God for you today.