ave, crux, spes unica

I WELCOME YOU, O CROSS,
OUR ONLY HOPE.
ST. TERESA BENEDICTA OF THE CROSS 

as i've healed from past wounds and malignant thoughts, i've become more spirited and found myself drifting further and further from the melancholy i once knew so well. this has been a gift of mercy + love, an allowance to develop more wholly into the person i'm meant to be. deo gratias.

but this has been a peculiar week. a cloudy sky settled within, preventing, as it seemed, part of me from being fully awakened and alive. though initially met with frustration and alarm, i wonder now how this season, however short or long, could be anything less than providential. after all, what is needed is always provided.

so i sit and wonder. i listen to the rain drops fall as i drift between prayer and scribbling thoughts into my journal. these times have value + beauty + grace just like any other occasion. i forget that. such things are not always revealed in the moment but, nevertheless, we can continue forward in hope for within the tears, clouds and grey which each cross holds, there is goodness too.

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