We're all preschool art...

I recall picking up one of my kids from preschool and them carrying a painting full of colors.

“Look! Look what I made!” 

I marveled at the creation— and then taped the artwork to the wall. For years, I appreciated the exuberant delight captured in the brushstrokes. The artist was young enough to feel full of joy and love while creating.

I think this is how the Divine made each one of us… from an exuberant place of pure joy and love. And the love of creating didn’t stop there… it continues… an ongoing love of who we are and who we are becoming. With lots of assists along the way.

No matter how small I feel, how human, when I sit in the Beauty of the Divine, I can feel that joy and love radiating to me— a specific, tender sentiment. Cherished.

“Look! Look what I made!”

And how do we connect to this pure joy and love?

I believe what transforms us is prayer. For me, prayer starts with holding still, feeling my heart and my breath. I intend to connect with something bigger than my experiences of being human. It is an asking for help. For comfort. For grace. And reminding myself to trust that the Divine helps in ways I cannot always see.

I call to You. I turn to You. Help me see this feeling through.

And often after sitting in prayer, I feel acknowledged and aware of the Divine love in me. This is one of the most tender moments I know.

Where we feel small, overwhelmed, lost… these places within are exactly where we are meant to turn and ask for help. The return is a daily journey to feeling loved in our nakedness… for all of who we are… and that journey starts with a prayer, a humble prayer and an acknowledgment of something that is bigger, ever-loving, ever-present and ever-helpful.

I call to You. I turn to You. Help me see this feeling through.

Wishing you Peace,

~Kat

P.S. I know you’re accustomed to seeing MissyAnn but our friend Butter had a meltdown and needed time to share.