Words that carry me.

Words I carry, tucked away in the folds of my heart. Words that have carried me through pain, helped me soar in joy and were a firm place for my despair to land.

Words my mama spoke over me at such a young age. Written into letters and notes through different years and seasons. Words from an old hymn finding place my life time and time again. “Trust and obey for theirs no other way”

“And if not He is still good, oh glory He is still God” A declaration and I cry at the same time. Though it belonged to one season but I’ve had to borrow it.

A note jotted in my phone as a reminder to lean into discomfort. “Change is uncomfortable but reliable”

“Concentrated strength” A wish of what I might be. A mantra of sorts while training my body for a running and my character for growth.

Hanging in our home, gifted to us when we moved in. It’s become less about my location and more about being present to those around me. “Wherever you are be all there”

“But do you know the things that God has made?” A  gentle reminder and a welcomed validation of why my heart is drawn to leaves and water and sky.

“This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savour all the day long” Opened and closed with words from old hymns. This one I place before myself each day as an anthem for my days and my life.

This post is part of a blog hop with Exhale—an online community of women pursuing creativity alongside motherhood, led by the writing team behind Coffee + Crumbs. Click here to view the next post in the series “Words to Carry”.

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