where i noticed peace around a quiet house to myself today,
i saw this book sitting on my dad's nightstand. it says "a grace disguised: how the soul grows through loss" and i flipped it over to the back and one commentator said "this is the single most reflective and redemptive book on sorrow and loss that i have ever read." simply reading that and seeing it on my dad's nightstand started me thinking about the beauty, redemption, and gentleness our Savior brings out of every cut and break. i think it struck so deep, too, thinking about close friends who are hurting and also in light of dressember and how it is a stand against sex trafficking and in light of the things i read about isis and this that i read this summer. that sight on my dad's nightstand is actually what made me want to pause and capture every place of beauty and peace and quiet and simplicity at home today. i guess i am reflecting on spaces and how they can be created beautifully and peacefully and restoringly, like what our Maker does. spaces in homes, and spaces in hearts.
"aslan, aslan. dear aslan,” sobbed lucy. “at last.”
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