I walked into the building and was blasted in the face with the heat of the furnace and the familiar smell of churches - a curious combination of people, hymn books, scriptures and dust. It is a smell I know well, but have never been able to tag or describe. I timidly walked down the hall, hands heavy-laden with camera, tripods, treats and recipes. There was laughter and loud voices wafting ...
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Dear Angie,
I love the image of "exhaling Love," upon that which we witness and experience :)
I want you to know that I know you as beautiful and full of loving gifts. Angie, I honor you this season, deeply, because you honor and love what shows-up in your life. You truly shine :)
BTW, I revealed a little more about myself and my journey in a 1AM post ... and I thought that you might be interested. My "story" still feels so raw sometimes, that I tend to protect it from "outsiders." I stand in awe at the courage and bold love you showed us readers today in your newsletter. . . . Be proud and be beloved!
With Love & Warmth,
Kristen
Thank you, Kristen for your kind words. I will stop by your blog later today so I can check out your "reveal." Merry Christmas, friend!
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