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The Day’s Delight: Prodigal

I saw someone today I “barely know,” someone I’ve only talked to a handful of times.

She’d been gone for a while, a couple of months? And then, there she was, walking through the door, a little harried and bashful, but still the same beautiful soul doing her fierce best, discovering truths and talents in herself, and showing up, walking in more than one world at once.

Have our souls met before? Does the wound in her side remind me of my own? My family’s? (I want to put my hand there, feel the realness of it, and help in some way).

She was gone– not lost, but looking for something– and now her path has crossed with mine again, and my heart is more tender and awake because of it.


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