Picking up the scattered pieces

There are pieces of me scattered everywhere. Scattered parts of myself I dropped along the way. Some in fear. Some from lack of use. I am being asked to pick up those pieces. To follow the trail of breadcrumbs I left for myself. I guess the wisest parts of me knew I’d be back. That…

Guardian of an open heart

“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” Proverbs 4:23 Oh yeah. I’ve got this one down, baby. Perhaps not in the way this verse was intended. So much so that a couple of wise souls who love me, unbeknownst to each other, have gently nudged me in recent conversations….