Here is a view into my messy, imperfect yet beautiful life! My bedroom has become work place, devotional space, counseling room, writing space, love room, and laundry room. It is a safe and sacred place. I often weep in here behind closed doors and I laugh endlessly.

Life has a funny way of making one pliable in all of the seasons. This season is no different. My house is full and noise travels down every hall and into each room. Our table is messy and vacuuming has to wait until classes are complete. Things are out of place, the lamp shade gets knocked cockeyed and I let it be.⁣
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My dog here reminds me to slow down. Others have encouraged me to let things be. God in His goodness speaks grace upon grace as each day I think I should do it all. He tells me He can but I cannot. ⁣
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So, here I am drinking my afternoon decaf with a pile of things to do while joining my dog who naps effortlessly. ⁣
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I sip and savor my Kafiex pour-over and take a moment to pause. Everyone needs a break.⁣
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What do you do to stop and rest amidst your mess?⁣
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