Faith. Women. Empowerment.

Healing is not always welcomed at the door, accompanied with warm drinks and fresh scones, ready to usher her in from the cold. 

Often she is shut out, forgotten—like the placemats on holiday— something extra and maybe not necessary. 

Healing is the very last to be seen because we cloud our days with hurriedness and expectation, crossing off the list until we feel we’ve measured to the standard for the day, though meeting the standard will forever be a feeling that stings unrequited. 

Still, Healing comes with a peace—as vast as the ocean— and behind her, Grace and Mercy follow. 

The trio wraps like a blanket and with the warmth, also comes the surfacing of all that needs released. 

Healing is a dear friend but we keep her at arms length, because healing requires our vulnerability, to make ourselves seen. She calls for us to bare our souls so that we can be whole again— and who wants to do all of that on a Wednesday?

Healing will though, keep showing on our doorstep, no matter the missed calls, the doorbell rings that go unanswered— she’ll keep arising to meet with you. To drink the coffee, to feel the warmth and to share our hearts, because we aren’t meant to hold it alone. 

Again and again she returns because healing is constant, a work never fully done. 

Because in this life making ourselves known, seen, 
shared with the rest— it’s where living begins. 

It’s where pain transforms to purpose. 

The path to move forward is made, 

And the very definition of herself, Healing
—becomes us.