strength, rest and connection

This morning I knew I wanted to write the moment I woke up.

So I did my usual and brought my laptop downstairs to the kitchen island, and I sat in front of my blog for the longest time.

Words kept popping into my head and I couldn’t connect with any of them. I had thoughts swirling around as to what I wanted to write about, because this was a pretty big week for me – both hard and good!

I sat here and sat here and before shutting my laptop and giving up writing until I could find the right words – my phone lit up next to me, and it was a text from my therapist connecting and to see how I was today .. and the words that popped out of the text were “strength, rest and connection” .. and here I am, I have words that define a week that was both hard, and good and the result is “strength, rest and connection”.

Like I wrote about the other day “many moments of hope” – these are the moments that just show up, and you feel God is giving you small moments of connection.

I wanted to write today, and there was connection there looking right at me through a text when I struggled to find words to write about – I find moments like this to be of serendipity. I love connection that shows up when you are trying to connect with yourself.

I have learned so much about connection . . took me a long time to accept it, but now it’s here and I embrace it. My therapist has such a big heart, and it makes me smile that even after 5+ years of work in therapy, connection has always been the thing we do, and how it has built the relationship in healing, and the bond we have.

As I sit here and write, I still cannot find many words, and maybe that is OK. Maybe the words “strength rest and connection” is enough! Maybe just getting that text and embracing it and accepting it is enough.

Maybe I just need to carry these words with me today to remind myself – strength is always inside of me, rest is something I will find time to embrace today, and connection is here always – through God, through a wonderful text from my therapist, through my husband and kids who make this house happy and loving, and that today is just enough.

I am truly blessed.

A quote from my new little “hope” book that I bought the other day

“compassion for myself is the most powerful healer of them all“.