Silence wasn’t empty. It was listening, teaching, and waiting for me to notice. A reflection on what happens when life steals your voice while handing you deeper truths in return.
I know that's often true. We often want to do one thing or the other but if we're seeking fullness, the goal can be to do both at the same time. We can both honor our voice and yet still look under the hood to see if we can locate the quieter sponsoring thought that led us there.
Very well said and true your voice is so soothing alone and that's very comforting and healing in its own way so keep shining your light cuz you are helping a lot of people in more ways than you'll ever know ❣️✨🫶✨
This was lovely. “Honor your voice and then listen for what’s underneath it.”
We so rarely pause to reflect on how we speak to ourselves or others.
I know that's often true. We often want to do one thing or the other but if we're seeking fullness, the goal can be to do both at the same time. We can both honor our voice and yet still look under the hood to see if we can locate the quieter sponsoring thought that led us there.
The “quieter sponsoring thought” Well spoken.
Thank you, my friend. 🙂
Thank You! 😀
Very well said and true your voice is so soothing alone and that's very comforting and healing in its own way so keep shining your light cuz you are helping a lot of people in more ways than you'll ever know ❣️✨🫶✨
Thank you for saying so, sister. You edify me with your reflections that make me feel good. Thank you for seeing me. 🫶