Early in February, I was convinced I had the flu. I woke up one day with a sore throat and a low grade fever. It grew into exhaustion, a dry cough, ear pain, extreme body aches, and losing my breath just from walking from one room to the next. I literally said out loud to my husband that I felt like I was dying.

I first went to my doctors office. They asked me to wear a mask. It wasn’t my regular physician. He spent about five minutes with me, tested me for the flu and for strep (which came back negative), and said “seems like you have some weird bronchitis type of thing”. He prescribed me antibiotics.

Two days went by and I felt even worse. I went to the CVS minute clinic. They retested me for the flu and strep. We both were convinced one of these would come back positive. I could barely keep my head up or breathe walking from one area to the other. Both tests came back negative. She looked in my ear and said I had an infection. She said, “although you have an ear infection, this isn’t the whole story. There is something else going on here that I can’t seem to diagnosis”. She gave me a new antibiotic and told me if symptoms became worse, to call the doctor or go to my nearest emergency room.

A few days later I felt back to myself somewhat. It was a good ten days I had a mild fever and symptoms that seem to gain momentum, back off, and then come back harder. It took another two weeks after that, to regain a normal breathing pattern.

This was literally weeks before Covid-19 Pandemic broke out. I am convinced I had the virus. I am convinced there was many more like me. How many of us were diagnosed with some “weird bronchitis type of thing” or told “there is something else going on”?How many others could I have infected? In the weeks between my sickness and the lockdown, I had been a lot places including two air planes and another state!

For me, yes I got “healthy” again in ten days time, but I also felt like I was drowning and aching for that entire span. I had never in my life felt something quite like it. So for the people in the back saying it is just a mild cold, the government is over reacting, it doesn’t affect my age group: I fought to breathe, open my eyes, and move my aching body, everyday of that ten day span. I am grateful to be alive.

Little did I know weeks later, these were the main symptoms the world would be concerned over. Little did I know wearing a mask would be key to entering the public. Little did I know we would be asked for months to stay in our homes. Little did I know this “weird bronchitis type virus” would not only kill the old or immune compromised, but many of all ages.

Little did I know, our lives would significantly change not only as a person, or a family, but a nation.



Two months earlier then expected, I walked into the space that has gifted me life in a way that nothing ever has, and said goodbye.

My first thought, as I opened the door, was I will miss the smell of the old wood in the vestibule. I will miss how the floor creeks to the sound of a human step. I will miss a space that has worshiped the Lord since 1847. I will miss learning the gifts God made in me, in a house of worship.

I had planned on dozens of “final” healings with loyal clients. I had planned on taking time to process the ending of something that served me so well. Instead, being so close to the heart of the pandemic, I was forced to let go of all of that.

I tried to talk myself out of having the right to FEEL my feelings. How selfish is it for me to be sad about not getting the ending in Connecticut that I deserve, when people are dying every single day from this brutal virus.

Then I decided to gift myself the grace I often tell my clients to gift themselves. I decided I am only human. That I have a right to my grief. I can simultaneously grieve for the world in this time, while also honoring and feeling my own pain.

To walk out the door of a place I am 100% sure Jesus handpicked for me, I know in my heart He has another. For now Seeking Up services has a closed for good sign. However, I believe in a God that didn’t bring me here for a warm up, not to allow me to play the game.

Where ever I land, may it always and only be with Jesus and His intentions. I may cry sad tears today, but I have faith their is a tomorrow when there will be happy ones.

To all my Connecticut clients and loved ones: Thank you for seeing and honoring the Jesus in me. I love you.

By Him Through Him



“You are living the life we all wish we could live”.

Someone said this to me with joy and envy in their eyes, uttering the words with great intentions for my being. It made me think how could this be? I am no better off then the person saying this to me, or anyone else. How was I living the life someone felt they could not?

Then I realized, two things are apparent in this movement in life: Jesus and Choice.

You see, leaving my job and starting my own business using my born anointed giftings, may seem easy and dreamy. The part the average person doesn’t see is the struggle to get me there. I was telling a client as she was laying on the table this past weekend, how I secretly hoped she would cancel. You see when you do things that rely on Jesus, they do not come at ease to get there because it requires COMPLETE surrender. I no longer show up to work with a skill set I got a degree in. I show up to work, and I rely SOULY on how Jesus will use me. This keeps be completely humble, but also raw to the bones vulnerable. Every spirit that trusts me on my table is different, which means no two are alike. This “gifting” means I will never “ACE” being a healer, because Jesus is the ultimate healer and its not my skillset I call upon, it is HIS. The enemy wants nothing more than to keep me away from doing that. That means, often life hurdles happen to try to avoid me from getting to the place I am holding someones ankles in prayer. It means lots of judgmental fellow Christians trying to tell me what I am doing isn’t of God, while also listening about supernatural healings from scripture. It means I am constantly incapable, not confident, and unsure of my work, because it isn’t mine to own. Every single step has been in complete and utter obidience in what He alone has called me to do.

This friends it what we all seem to ask while praying or worshiping in praise, but are you fulfilling what that looks like? Have you given complete surrender to a situation in which you know He is calling to fill, but you struggle to own it? Are you, when asking the Lord to move you into a place that is in complete reliance upon Him, ready to be spiritually naked and raw in vulnerability for the entire world to see on display? If not, you haven’t fully given into what He is seeking of you. The aim is always to perfect HIM, not the ego.

Seeking Up has been created by me, through Him, to hold a platform for inspiring Jesus loving souls, to seek a deeper urge of living for Him. His calling upon me to do this, has been typical of what He has set me up for throughout my life. That is, never conform to mankind. ONLY surrender to MY CALL.

You see, I am known to be the swim upstream type of gal. I don’t go with the group for trend, or for comfort. I know, me being uncomfortable ALWAYS leads to growth in which honors and shines HIS holy name.

I noticed for a few months in my new business, that I was seeking out the acceptance of Christian man. I was caught up on, why aren’t they seeing the Jesus coming out of my office? After much prayer and reflection, I realized this was more about my ego, and less about what His intention was. You see, this platform isn’t for the Christian that is regimented in religion, it is for the broken, that are in need to regain a relationshop with Him. The ministry of bringing God in a personal way to souls, isn’t one He needs me to be glorified by. The glory only needs to be owned by Him.

The moment I realized this was the case, was the moment I realized He was calling me to do something else. While my soul was prepping for the fact He was about to take this away and start something new, I had a vision of someone, that shall remain anonymous, that needed my service after losing a beloved one at Sandy Hook Elementary School. When I was shown this, I knew this was not only why He called me to open this business in Newtown, CT, but to have done it in a space that was sealed with privacy and respect: A Chapel. There is a past story to this union between this beautiful soul and I, for another time. But let me just say, this isn’t our first rodeo that Jesus has aligned us together for perfect holy intention.

Before she ever entered the space, the presence of the Lord was overwhelming me. I felt as if I could barely stay in my body. Her healing was like none other I had ever imagined able to be a part of. A true honor. It was emotional and exhausting to my spirit, while also offering a level of certainty that is beyond our humanness. I left that day feeling like if I was to never do another healing out of that space, I have done well. It was as if, this was my grand finale of Jesus saying “well done my child”. The knowing I left with that day, was THE knowing, that my time here is done.

I was not only finished with my new business in Newtown, CT. I am finished with my session of life in Connecticut.

Weeks after this healing, I was standing on the beach in Florida praying to the Lord for clarity. My husband and I had already spent days searching for a town/city in Florida to call home. I was tired, overwhelmed, and irritated. I was told from prayer this was our next space. Why wasn’t our search meshing with my intentions and my spirit? While surrounding it with my arms wide open in prayer, I asked the Lord to be perfectly clear on where He wants me. I don’t want to settle for “Eh it feels ok”, I want to hear my spirit scream “THIS IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT”. The Lord responded to this prayer immediately and said: “I hear you. You still have one place to go. I will not only bless you with what you have asked, I will bless you beyond measure”. The picture attached to this post, was me in this prayer. This picture taken by my husband, was never altered. That spiral you see in the energy of my spirit and the Holy Spirit, dancing in delight of our communication.

The next day we drove to the very last place on our list to visit. And guess what happened? It screamed home. We looked at serval house possibilities and we worried about finances and how this would work. Then I remembered His promise on the beach. A week after our trip, we found a house that was “beyond measure” of what we asked for. The largest square feet for our family of five, while owning a very reasonable price tag that was a price only God could offer. It is ours. And we are going.

When admiring someones life as being what everyone wishes they could have, remind yourself, it can be yours too. All you have to do is choose wisely. You are your own worst road block in living your very best life. A life Jesus desperately wants for you.

I have no idea what He has next for me in Florida, but I know, no matter what it is, healings, teaching, social worker, or perhaps a food bagger, I will do it with pride knowing I am in the exact place I have been called to be.

By Him, Through Him, ALL things are possible.





Bold Faith

It was my word for 2020. I’ve been carrying it on my back and in my heart since.
Be bold and do what He calls upon me.

I certainly didn’t expect it today when I was getting my eye brows waxed, He would call upon me in such a brazen way.
You see- I usually need to “tune into” my giftings to utilize them.
Apparently being still in someone’s chair as they rip hairs off my face – must equal my zen state or something because I started to get clear messages.
I heard words and saw visions.
Secretly while Maria waxed my brows (who, I may add, knows me but isn’t my normal Waxer who really knows me), I begged God to NOT make me open my mouth and “embarrass” myself.
She handed me a mirror to check my new framed brows.
I took a deep breath and said “I don’t know if you know what I do for a living but I have an important question for you”.
I asked her: “when you were little did anyone ever call you their little flower”
She said no – not her.
I turned to the girls at the front desk and said “either of you?”. They said no.
I apologized (and I am while also working on not doing this and owning my truth), and walked out worried my safe brow waxing place would now think of me as a freak.

As I got into my car, I heard “petunia” and “grandparent”. Part of me wanted to go back in, but my ego won and I drove away just comforting myself with “at least you were bold Aimee”.

I got home and was telling the story to my husband, when I suddenly got a message. It was a text from the girl at the front desk of my wax place to tell me her grandmother used to call her “little petunia”.
In most of my cases, usually this means the spirit is on the otherside, however today this spirit is very much alive and living in Sarasota, FL. Which funny enough – while getting my brows done, and before getting the messages, I had shared I was moving too! Through texting we figured out why she needed this message and she thanked me.

I was left wondering: What was that? While also feeling the most alive and the most ME I have ever been! Why? Because these are things I hear and see all the time , but choose ignore often.

I have been calling it my very “Long Island Medium” moment. While also knowing this is just the start. I opened something up today that felt really right, but incredibly scary.
Regardless of what others may say, I know that this is what I was made for, and the only opinion that matters is Christ.
When He tells me I must open my mouth. I do. I will not ask questions. I will not hesitate. I will do as He says, without worry of what man says.
Today He opened the door that I have stood at with my hand on the handle for decades now. Today I was brave enough to walk through it.

Whatever your gifting may be that He has crowned you with- walk through the doors He leads you to- unapologetically and with radical JOY. Even when – especially when- it feels like you may just vomit. His calling is most apparent when you can not do the work without Him. That it glorifies HIM and not the vessel.

Today the vessel (me), was scared of her own shadow, but the Holy Spirit in me- is unwavering. It stands tall and mighty, and reminds my human flesh – that it isn’t ME – it is HIM.

He is BOLD and Radical. May my backbone stretch out to be perfectly aligned with what He calls to run through me.
May my ONLY wish ever be that I am remembered for living the same BOLD faith that I preach.

50BD83DC-A164-4C4B-AD16-6DFDD72DBDC3It’s true. I am a cross between a “woke” Californian hippy and a deeply Jesus loven Holy Spirit lit southerner, that lives in cynical, jaded New England that had a reputation for not accepting either. This makes it very difficult for someone like me, to find my space and my people. What else is new though? I was always made to go against the grain. However this past year, this was actually a favorable lesson in learning about the only one whose judgement matters. Him.

2019 was the year I stopped apologizing for it. I no longer cared that I sang worship music to loud with the windows down, nor that I admittedly have a gift to talk to dead people. I no longer feel the need to define who I am by other people’s constructs on what a “good Christian” looks like, nor do I feel compelled to define myself as a bunch of checked boxes.
I am all of the above.
In 2019 I became brave. Unapologetically – radically brave. For me- knowing from a vision He has blessed me with-this is only the start.

2019 gifted me new eyes to see that I was drowning in a career that was toxic and no longer letting me grow. It gifted me new eyes knowing that in systems, all lives are replaceable, so I could no longer live my life for a system. I needed my life to be lived for Him. When I started to pray about this, God started fo open so many doors to confirm this was the journey that was meant for me in Him. Leaving a career that had steady income, benefits, retirement, and the summers off seemed incredibly stupid to some, but it literally saved my life.
My very vibrant soul was dying and I didn’t even know it until I left.
2019 I became free.

I let the Lord lead while I trusted. I opened up a business not knowing a thing on how to do that, and continue to learn. I  didn’t advertise, trusting He would send me the people He needed me to heal. I have never in my life felt more humble and more vulnerable. I was now letting the world see my giftings, that open many up to having lots of opinions on being “Christ like”. The Bible has hundreds of supernatural healings in it, we pray for them to happen all the time, but somehow humanness gets in the way when I tell people I do this for a living. Every single day I rely on Jesus to use me as a vessel. I am so blessed by this, and watching amazing things happen in people’s lives, including finding a relationship in Jesus. Yet my own church people seem to be the hardest group to convince of the radical Jesus I am encountering on a daily basis.

I keep telling myself this is ok because He has set me free to be brave. My ego doesn’t need to be stroked by my church people being in amazement on how He uses me. He uses me for the people that need Him.

My favorite story of 2019 about this was when a woman “randomly” found me on the internet (thank you Holy Spirit). She drove almost an hour to me and we had an instant connection. She sent her entire family to me, and I kidded I would end up in their Christmas card photo this year.  This beautiful Jesus loving human, one day sent me extra money she called “tithing”. Why? Because she saw first hand how Jesus is working through me and felt the desire to bless my business in His name. A beautiful gift of saying “I see you Aimee- being vulnerable and brave, keep going”.

And I did. I kept going. Over a hundred healings in 2019. Each and every one completely different. Every single one Jesus showed up. Every single one, I questioned if I was worthy or knew what I was doing. Every single one, the person left with a piece they didn’t come in with, and a flooding of His love and light through my palms. I know even at 1000 I will still question if I know what I am doing, because I eat the humble pie knowing, nothing of this is me. All of it is always HIM.

When I came back from Heaven as a kid I had no idea that His question before I came back to earth, “what have you done for your fellow man”, didn’t only mean a list of good deeds as a social worker. It meant how do you live your life in my name, while being so vulnerable it aches when you show up, but willing to give your all. This love is double sided.

So upon all the December’s I have ever lived on this earth as Aimee, I can tell you I have never reached one quite like this. One that my soul literally screams out praises of grateful heart. Even the 2019 heart that was hurt by judgements of others, lost friendships, heart ache, sickness, and so many other bad news days. Because I am now living my life filled to the brim in His greatness. Knowing, I can adore Him year round, every single day. Because I took a brave yes, I let Him open me to aching vulnerability, and my livelihood actually depends on Him meeting me where I am at.

2019 – you beautiful, Holy Spirit filled love of my life, Thank you for returning me to my best version. That is me living my life through Him and for Him. May I never forget the year I was gifted this abundance.

Brave and Free, I lead by His abundant love and grace.

541654D1-DAFB-471D-AE0F-1AF1D5B09CED🎄Christmas music blaring on the radio … I was feeling JOY.
💚Then suddenly … it happened. The trigger that deflated the joy and made my eyes well up with grief.
A simple song the DJ played right after the Christmas cheer – Coldplay – Fix you. And I sobbed like it was that day all over again.
You know you can have post traumatic symptoms to trauma that you weren’t even actually IN but you felt?
My entire area of Connecticut can tell you this. Every year we try to seek joy in the season – every year we hold our breath to when the heavy silence of that day that changed our lives forever – sneaks in and breaks us again.
Lord have mercy it broke me driving that day/ I heard the song that was played to a tribute of the community that had literally palpable pain when you walked through it/ the tribute video that honored beautiful shockingly young lives lost as well as hero adults/ the video made in tribute of a town I live next door too and now work in.
Every year I wait to see what it will be that will trigger it. Every year is comes in like a storm and holds my heart.
Every year I ponder – what have we learned and done different?

We have locked up our schools like they are jails. We have practiced scary drills. We have lobbied for better common sense gun laws.
But do you know what the average parent sending their kid to school doesn’t see? ….
The enormity of mental illness happening without any resources.
The staff going into those schools that every day think about what they would do if this would happen again.
You know what the schools super security doesn’t protect us from? Those suffering from mental illness IN the building.
I arrived at a place where I felt I was doing more hurting then helping as a school social worker.
Not because my heart was off or I didn’t do great work …
But because our systems FAIL every single day.
From the very top of the government – down to the child in the public school classroom- we lack funding and adequate mental health resources. And my field of professionals are now quickly made into only working in crisis as a reactive agent – instead of a proactive one.
Not to mention as a parent who had some very trying years with a very sick mentally ill son – the only way I got him help was my own money (insurance wouldn’t cover it) and knowing my own rights. Many – TO MANY – families do not have this honor.

I hear the horror cry for the gun laws I DO.
But my friends – where is the battle cry for mental health resources?
Why aren’t we ANGRY and lobbying for that reform too?
If we are going to go all in when it comes to true change – not just bullet proof glass on the outside of our schools – we need to be doing the fighting in ALLLLLL the arenas.

I think about that day – and how my now 13 year old is alive simply because I chose to live in a different town and area that is only mere miles from those who didn’t. I look at my second grader – innocent and sweet- wondering how those babies felt that day.
And I honor my grieving heart for their families.

I send all three of my kids off to school everyday in FEAR but in faith they will return because … I know first hand the brokenness that is happening behind closed doors that the educators are not able to speak about.

We need mental health reform ASAP.
We need to save more babies.
We need to be outraged that funding isn’t available for our most vulnerable.

Our hearts will never be the same💚

The Absence

E56B05A0-4850-4E1F-9DB6-132F98FFF308It’s taking me a long time …
Blood, sweat, and tears … crawling with skinned knees in exhaustion – to get to this place.
A place where I have the RIGHT to decide who receives my light.
My glorious, magnificent light- that was God given – and often times – stolen from the dark hearted.
I do not need to BE there just because it is the seemingly right thing to do.
I no longer have to pretend with a fake smile when someone has hurt me and continues on as if they hadn’t.
I do not have to put myself in emotional self injurious situations because it makes other feel better.

I no longer care what they think.
I am the owner of ME.

The world will move on in my absence.
While those who deserve, hold dear, and love my presence wholly, will grow beside me in light.

Dear friends that still struggle with your power within for others …
You no longer need to be the bigger person.
You no longer need to take it.
You no longer need to worry what others think.
You no longer need to force who you are to survive.

You hold the power of NO.
Use it.

Beautifully Made ME

94215036-F535-49D8-8FD0-874D46F75BFEThe outside world looked upon me with jealous eyes, as I had no need to jump on a scale, nor a worry when I ate a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream for dinner. They assumed I enjoyed my size 0, and that I must have worked hard for it. They assumed I had no issues dating at my size, or finding clothes that fit me correctly. What they didn’t know is for the life of me I couldn’t hide, or dress, that giant sized demon of vulnerability.

To often I felt bare boned raw when walking out of my apartment in New York City. When you have been a victim of abuse in the past, particularly one that involves your body being the enemy, a size zero is the very last thing you want to be.

My number one coping skill as a young person was emotional eating. It seemed like a luxury of mine to many, as I ate everything and gained nothing. Little did I know this was also setting me up for a life long struggle of seeking comfort more in food then in people. Food seemed to love me to the depths and the lengths, that I always loved people. The difference being, food never let me down then.

When I got married and moved to the suburbs, I noticed quickly that I had actually exercised in the city without a gym membership. Walking miles everywhere in heels while dragging groceries was surprisingly an easy way to stay fit. Here I thought my body was betraying me for not gaining, when really I practically fast paced walked a marathon daily. Suddenly, my eating hadn’t changed, but my habits did. I was driving instead of walking, and then my body started to show it.

When I got pregnant soon after, I assumed it was a free for all since I was eating for two. I also assumed, I would leave the hospital my pre-baby weight without a struggle. It sounds pretty naive of me at age twenty nine, but I truly thought this. Well, my first baby gave me close to seventy pounds extra. Honestly, ten of it was probably him, and the other sixty my massive food tween (because lets be honest I can’t call that a baby).

I sat there one day thinking about the fact that in a matter of two years I went from a size  0 not able to gain weight, to a postpartum size 22 body that wouldn’t stop gaining weight. This was maddening. Now I suddenly was the girl that nobody paid any mind to. Secretly, I sorta of enjoyed this, and felt protected. However, as I ran into so many people from my past so many started to either give me passive aggressive diet tips, or bluntly say “finally you are the bigger one”. I had lived my entire life of people wishing this upon me, with little understanding that I felt unsafe in that body they had envied.

Size 22 didn’t feel like me either. I quickly found myself lost in motherhood, and wearing yoga pants everyday. OH… and eating. I never forgot my ultimate love of my life, food. I started to not want to be in pictures, and avoiding seeing people that may think less of me now that I was, at society’s standards, obese.

I tried weight watchers and failed. This bummed me out because I was such an Oprah lover, I was always convinced if she could, I could. I tried Zumba, and taking walks. Yet, each and every time I went to the doctor she smiled and said, “You are still obese. What are you doing about it?” What was once easy to obtain in weight, was now seemingly impossible.

So I decided to be radical in bringing back the Aimee everyone felt comfortable around and loved the most. The first time I went to hypnosis I lost eighty pounds. Skinny Aimee made others refer to me as the “old me” and “looking so much better”. I’ll admit I loved being able to wear a bikini top again and that I could easily pick up a size and it fit without worrying about the brand. I’ll admit that I loved the compliments, and people seeing me again. What I didn’t love was starving myself to be that person.

You see, I had horrendous body dysmorphia. The world could see me look one way, and I would look in the mirror and couldn’t see it. I trusted the size 10 clothes and people to tell me. Yet, I could only see fat. As a therapist, I knew this wasn’t a good sign, and often is a tipping point for a simple diet into a full blown eating disorder.

I went in and out of hypnosis for years. It worked, even with body dysmorphia. I would gladly go through cycles of famine of only meat and veggies for four to six months, into the ability to eat a potatoes for a few months with it, and then back to famine. This past time I heard myself self to a friend, “Oh I can eat that in two years”. This triggered me. TWO YEARS. Why on earth am I ok with not enjoying a cone of ice cream for two years, JUST to be skinny. Why am I not choosing my body to be enough as is? Why am I not choosing living my life loving food, not in an addictive or controlled way, but in a joyful one? Would I even be alive in two years to enjoy the damn ice cream cone I had been waiting for?

I sat in prayer next to a friend of mine in October and decided it was time to unravel. I had done four months of famine (which by the way why on earth would anyone wanting to live life fully and present sign onto anything resembling that), and had’t had a lick of chocolate. My friend turned to me and offered me a mint chocolate pretzel, and I decided to take a chance on me.

You know who has control over her body? Self. Can I just go out on a limb and decide I know when enough is enough with food? Can I dare to love my size 12/14, without wishing I was made any different at this age? For God sakes, I turn forty-three next week, and somehow I let society dictate to me that my worth is that I stay a certain look as I once did at twenty two. Can I work out for strength and resilience, and not for body image issues? Can I just trust that if God has made my heart perfect, He has also made the vessel in which it is carried, perfect too?

So I ate that mint chocolate pretzel. I prayed away the need for me to be anyone other than thy self. I quickly learned, the best parts of me have never, and will never be, at surface value. The people that think this, had never been my people to begin with.

I let it go. In just one moment, I renowned myself, and trusted her. She can be a size 0-22, I do not care, as long as she has lived life fully loved.

The beautiful thing at this age is I have learned to be loved by people over food. I have learned how to feel safe. I have learned to be vulnerable with those that love me deep and wide. I have learned that I am no longer an image, but uniquely, and beautifully made ME.

The Hallway

I am sitting in an ER room with my 10 year old daughter and husband  asleep.
It’s almost 1 am, and I’m waiting for CATSCAN results to see if my daughters appendix is compromised.
Earlier in the evening, I was making dinner without a care in the world. Then I got a text from my husband saying the minute clinic said we needed to take her to the ER.
Suddenly, all I could think about was this could not be happening to my kid. I also immediately worried “what If I lost her and I didn’t spend the time I should have today”.

Although we are still waiting for test results, she no longer has a fever and feels better with fluids. And as they sleep, I think about the others in the rooms around this hallway that won’t be as lucky tonight. I start thinking about all the Mommas that ever sat in these walls without the luxury of ever leaving with their kid.

Suddenly the fact that it is 1 am, and it feels like this chair I’m sitting on is made of concrete, I am so grateful.
Instead of feeling sorry for myself that I’m not in my warm bed, I’m praying for the folks along this long hallway. I’m praying for the medical hands that will save lives, and the ones that need extra prayers that lose them.
I am praying the silent hum is because tonight nobody is urgent in the emergency room.
Tonight only healing happens in Gods light.


Ashes To Rise


Be Still. 
Live in the moment. 
What if that moment hurts? 
What if being still is far more painful then running to the noise of the world? 
When my heart aches – I want to be saturated in Times Square – honking taxis- big bright lights, crowds of excited tourists- 
Not sitting in it- silent and still.

A friend of mine had a baby just a few days ago- and has filled my soul with messaging me cute swaddled pictures.
Who can’t ohh and ahh over a sweet newborn baby?
My take of birth is a different one I have written about many times.
My take is – new life is a precious reminder that seasons change, and beauty comes, and is in our human favor.
The first cry of a newborn isn’t only the relief that they are alive – but a cry out that SO ARE WE.
What seems unfair and not in our favor as humans is the end of the life.
Why is that?
Why aren’t we crying out with joy that this soul once birthed into this world with gratitude and grace- gets delivered home with the same praise.
My soul wants to give that.
My flesh can not.
Our ability to love each other hinders us from releasing someone in our lives – to suddenly not be.
Our inability to not understand the universe or our purpose and just trust in the process is hard.

With every soul returned home, delivers a new life birthed.
We rejoice.
One foot in front of the other.
With our whole hearts.
We offer our ashes to grow as flowers.
We anew.