It must be a blissful life when you can live on an island. There are no cares, worries, or agendas to follow. A place where you can just lay on the shore in the cold water of February and feel the warmth of the sunbeams on your face. Then there's the s earch for sea shells and funny looking sea creatures... There is an internal joy of just letting go of stuff, responsibilities of the "real world" to experience a sense of freedom A freedom to just be to fly to laugh to act goofy or to just sit and think!! Lately I've been doing a lot of thinking, pondering, reflecting... I've been in a season of solitude. sometimes a mama needs to do that to realize what matters most in life. Why is it that life becomes so demanding sometimes? I think there's an invisible expectation of what should be accomplished. Maybe it's certain car...
She Becomes a Mother to Find the Very Essence of Her Purpose.