Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

And this is what love is: the sounds of a new born this 20th day of February, the same day four years ago, water rained down from above, same day our body began a journey to healing, still the day udara filled our heart with joy, this day we saw colors, wild, orange and full. This day we drove and stood, unfettered by pain. This day we counted blessings bursting into bloom. This day truly mad for the gift and curse of grants. A holy gift, sure, but painful no less. We say always we don’t have to write another one, yet we do, knowing the peace we always feel in the end, is as close as we will ever get to seeing God. Yea, this truly is what love is. 

I went into hiding mentally the last one week. So many things tried to disrupt the flow, yet still we insisted that love will bloom as surely as it ought to do. Today that thing around our neck became free from its gloom. We are still miles away from glory, but yet this peace we feel, are all we need, seeing as God is always with us when we begin from a place of love, begin to with a cup that overflows even if in a valley for the battle of our soul. Who can separate us from his love? No one. So then keep the things you love, even if they bring pain, for there is peace in the end and maybe a bowl full of udara.