I welcome peace, not perfection—just sacred balance and restoration.
There are wounds I no longer hide—
Not because they’re gone, but because I’m learning they don’t define me.
I carry pain, yes. Some from what I survived.
Some from what I didn’t yet know how to protect others from.
But even that… is being transformed.
I don’t need to fix everything to be whole.
Spirit meets me in the stillness—
in the quiet signs,
in the breath I take when I remember to rest,
in the grace I give myself when I remember I’m healing.
Today, I honor my survival and my readiness for more.
Peace is not some distant dream.
It’s a presence I choose to welcome in—
not perfection, but balance.
Not escape, but sacred restoration.
I am open now.
To the daily miracles.
To the rewriting of old stories.
To the wholeness already growing inside me.
Love and light to all, and so it is.
—Rev. Angela July