Alyssa.

Peace runs deep.

Because He has poured peace over me. Called me beautiful. The Spirit lives within me. So I pursue holiness, choosing gratitude.

The barbecue is fired up. Man oh man, it smells good. The kitchen smells of oil and honey. He's creating in me. Moving in me. Change lies ahead. I'm ready. I think.

When I write, I cry. Because I've been there. Cuddled in a corner with Lonely, Broken, and Alone. So I write, and I feel it. Deeply. and that's okay. Because I know the Spirit moves when I'm not afraid to love, not afraid to rest in His perfect love for me. I'm not afraid to do my best or afraid that I'll run dry. I'm not lazy.

I run. and it makes me happy. I smile in the wind, and catching my breath takes less time each and every day. I love it when my body feels strong.

I'm not good at sewing and I can't put together a scrapbook. But I've got words. I've got stories. I've got a voice. I've got love. and they are good gifts. because they're God-breathed. So to Him be all the glory.

No use comparing any longer. No use being unkind. No use being jealous. No use taking advantage. It's no use being worried I'll be forgotten or misunderstood.

For my security, my perfect hope, is in one well-placed fear.

So I stop and sing it as much as I can: Abba. Papa. Father. My fear is only with You.

I trust You.