Soft velvet of rich a olive hue for life. Trimmed with a three-ribbon braid – God, family, myself. The chair sits with elegant lines, softly curving with grace. A whisper in my soul to sit. To grow comfortable & live my life from its plush folds.
But I stand, scarred & unsure. Unworthy.
Am I brave enough to sit with this grace? Strong enough to live in this truth? Am I enough?
