Artist’s Note 🌿
It’s been a week.
Life is deep and wide and messy. I’ve no pithy words, no song to sing.
I paused once this week to assess the journey, to peer back where I had come from.
I praise Him from Whom all blessings flow that I did not turn into salt.
I praise Him who was with me in the fire.
Somehow, I’m still standing. And so are you.
And that is Good.
❦ Heather
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@Thérèse Judeana Here’s that oil pastel I mentioned earlier!
I love that you end with simple solidarity: “Somehow, I’m still standing. And so are you.” Sometimes that’s the only testimony we have, and it’s enough. Survival itself becomes praise. I’ve been reflecting lately on that same theme — not the absence of fire, but the presence of God within it — and how surrender often looks like standing when we thought we’d collapse. If it resonates, I’ve been writing into that space here: https://theeternalnowmm.substack.com/p/the-surrender?r=71z4jh