🌿A Sacred Benediction for Rest, Provision, and Resurrection
There are days that feel heavy without explanation—
sacred seasons that stir memories long buried,
questions we thought we’d already answered.
But what if the rising begins right here,
not with grand declarations, but a whispered yes?
Yes to healing.
Yes to being seen.
Yes to being saved—again and again—from stories that no longer serve.
To the woman who gave and gave,
and called it love—
who held the pieces of a broken dream
and tried to shape them into a life…
May rest meet you now.
May provision rise from unexpected places.
May you remember that a circle of one
still holds divinity inside it.
You are not rejected.
You are redirection in motion.
You are not dejected.
You are detoxing from depletion.
You are not behind.
You are becoming.
And may the Lord—who saw you in that silent room,
who counted every withheld tear,
who heard your whisper before you spoke it—
provide bountifully.
With shelter.
With restoration.
With love so sacred it makes the wait make sense.
So it is. So it shall be.
Amen.
May this be a Good Friday not only of remembrance—but of resurrection, within and all around you.