This came from practicing contemplative prayer, silence, solitude. I am beginning to see how these things help the layers come off to reveal the child underneath. It really is a shrinking, a becoming small in the best way. It’s only in being small that I can crawl up into Abba’s lap. He is the smell of wild patience, a triumphant sunshine without shadows. I’m really, really relieved that there are no lies between us. This sense of home is something I am learning to walk toward but also know I carry with me. It is the beautiful paradox of the now and the not yet.

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