the diary of a moment, a day

each week, each day

i am made fresh, from scratch, from beauty, from life, from love

i am broken and made whole

i am becoming more who i once was and was meant to be

as slowly with each death a fear dies;

laughter returns;

hope is reborn,

and the things which once held my hope, now hold my gaze as i see them as they are,

reflecting deeper beauty, goodness, glory and light

i am remembering, i am forgetting

i am losing yet gaining

i am releasing yet clinging

i am sitting and running

i am resting and striving

i am learning and becoming

more and more a child

each day, every moment i am reborn

and

i am because He is