With Jesus as my guide, I am rebuilding myself from pieces old and new. I find sparks of childlike wonder, and I can't help but look to the Creator in awe. You formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. (Psalm 139:13)
For all the time I spend stressing about where I am compared to where I want to be, I can still force myself to step back and not take everything so seriously. Autopilot and the buzz of routine switch off to the point where it's just me and the wild flowers. The bees and the breeze. Planet Earth beneath my feet. Fresh air in my lungs.
Breathe with me.