And Still…Rest.

Love…that thing that eludes. Love…that thing that runs in the other direction when approached. Love…that thing that desperately wants to be captured, held, even squeezed as tightly as possible. Is it love? Is it? Truly? Is it validation? Validation? Validation. Validation. To know that we matter. Validation. To know that our presence here is important. ToContinue reading “And Still…Rest.”