Beyond all I could ever ask or think. Beyond expectations. Undeserved.
Why does wisdom come through loss? It seems to me that loss propels us into reducing our list.
When the very ground beneath me shakes, where then can I stand? Is anything real and unshakeable?
I am a daughter. Always will be, even when my mom and dad are gone. I am a sister. Always will be. I am a mother. Forever devoted. I am a Child. Always, and eternal.
When the ground trembles beneath my feet, gratefulness is unearthed. Depend only on the True Ground.
My heart is thankful for un-shaking truth. The great I Am.