When the Week Exhales...

It’s Friday, and I can feel the relief settling into my bones. My mind was awake early. This week has been long, beautiful in its own way, but long. By the end of it, I will have sat with over fifty people, listening to their concerns, fears, and hopes. And today is another full day of appointments. It’s a lot to hold, and I think that’s why I’m a little emotional this morning. Maybe more than a little.
As I sit with my journal and prayers, a question comes to mind: What parts of my life do I still need to get right with? My past. My fears. My judgments. My humanness.
Can I truly say I’m living as my authentic self if there are still parts of me tucked away asking to be seen and healed?
I find myself asking God to validate where He wants me to serve. Is it my book? Is it my work? Is there something else? Or is it already happening quietly, one person at a time, in ways I haven't fully recognized yet?
I am reminded of the message whispered to me on the Camino: bridge the gap.
I still don’t fully understand what that means, but I feel it stirring again. It seems like an invitation to non-dual thinking and a faith that gently embraces paradox.
So this morning, I ask God to sit with me during my contemplation.
To speak in the quiet ways He always has.
And to help me understand, not just with my mind, but with my whole being.
Even in my exhaustion, even in my questions, I trust that He will.

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