Places Only Grace Can Touch~

This past weekend, while hiking with my friend Donna, we found ourselves, as usual, slipping effortlessly into a deep conversation that only certain friendships carry. The kind that bypasses small talk. The kind that feels more like prayer. We weren’t trying to talk about healing or God or the past, but somehow the Holy Spirit rose naturally between us, as if pulled into the open air by our shared intention to live truthfully.
Donna said something that landed in my heart with such clarity:
“Call on the Holy Spirit to heal the parts still tucked away.”
I felt immediately how right it was.
For all the work I’ve done, all the untucking, all the years of peeling back layers and returning to myself, I can sense there may still be small corners inside me that remain unreachable by my own effort. Not out of fear of what's there, but out of habit. Some remnants need more than my willingness; they need Grace.
The next morning, under a dark sky just beginning to soften at the edges, I felt that truth again. The moon hung like a blessing, the kind that makes you remember your size in the best possible way. Not insignificant, but lovingly held within something vast and holy.
I prayed to the Trinity, Father, Son, Holy Spirit, and realized how deeply each presence has been woven into this season of my life. The Father’s vastness is holding me. The Son’s companionship walking beside me. The Spirit’s quiet work rising in the spaces I cannot reach.
And I knew:
I am never meant to do this alone.
The Spirit moves differently than the effort I’ve made. It moves gently and goes where I cannot. It heals what I cannot force open.
Walking with Donna reminded me of this. Some friendships are sacraments, visible signs of invisible grace. When she speaks, something in me recognizes the truth not because it’s new, but because the Spirit inside me has already whispered it.
This reflection feels like a final offering before I release Untucked into the world. A seal of approval and a blessing from the Divine. A recognition that the journey of becoming untucked isn't about perfection, it’s about surrender. It’s about letting the Spirit tend to what remains, softening the last edges with love.
If I’ve learned anything in this season, it’s this:
Call upon the Holy Spirit.
Let grace finish what effort began.
And trust that healing is a partnership.

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