I haven't written in a long time I guess.
But I am always very grateful for your comments.
They mean a lot.
I have been visiting my aunt.
She is an amazing person, an amazing listener.
It felt so good to tell, and tell, and tell her my stories.
To feel known.
I went to the ocean one day with her to meet with God.
I prayed and prayed, and sang and sang.
And then a stillness.
As I walked along the beach, I looked down, and there in the sand was a bracelet.
A brown bracelet with wooden beads.
Aunt said it was like God had given it to me.
I slipped on the bracelet and also picked up a little square rock, an igneous rock, and put it in my pocket.
Before my time with Aunt was over, we visited a labrinth, a labrinth where people leave their prayers and special things for God. I wrote a prayer on my rock and left it there for Him.
He gave me a bracelet.
I gave Him a rock.
Although like all gifts we try to give Him, it was really His in the first place.
