packing and thoughts

my room right now... going through the little book the mission gave me, and wow. i don't deserve this opportunity. sometimes when i stop and think... and cry, because it's moments that matter. a little girl in school, layla, showed me that today. strong-willed soul, longing to be freed from inhibitions, fears, physical limitations and we are one. a little girl quiet, stilled, and listening to the birds and sunshine.

i sit down by her, brush her hair from her face and "layla, it's time to go back to class. do you feel that warm  sun?" her eyes peak up at me, stare me right down. and she knows. this girl has a sixth sense and she gets me. she knows, and pushes me to be who i need to be. because, yeah, i'm not afraid of hights, and i'm not afraid of things i know. it's the things i.can't.see. that scare me. fear. anger. sadness. and when they are all bottled up inside. and mrs. voskamp said: "peace is a Person, not a place"  i nod "yes!" a thousand times, because it's a perspective we need and now we see through a glass dimly and soon and very soon we will see face to face. and tonight, i'm pulling out my list of grace. it's been a few months since i've looked for it, and wrote it down. but always, it's in the hard places you find the most grace.

much love,
allison