When she walked in the front door her presence spoke power.
A woman, tall in stature with a mysterious confidence pulsing in her stride.
A mama of two under two.
She rises to the questions that follow her like dark shadows. She walks in not afraid but full and looking for a place to release, to rest, to be.
She finds rest in the leather chair, due northwest of our gathering space, youngest in arms, eldest with extended family.
Her questions and convictions stand firm, as does her presence and power.
She is a woman, tall in stature, confidence hidden, longing to be known and loved.
She has found rest at Grace's Table. Slowly, but surely, she allows herself the opportunity to experience what her heart longs for.