I can’t remember exactly when I discovered Micha Boyett‘s writing at Mama Monk, but I can trace the influence her gentle, steady words have had on my heart these past few years. Her posts about the contemplative life in the midst of the everyday have been a gift. She is wise and honest and she is the real deal, friends. I’m so honored to be sharing over at her blog today for the last of her Sacred Everyday series. Would you join me? Here’s an excerpt:
I am an artist, and I see all life through this lens. All our days, we are making art: creating, with our hands, our words, our silence and our lives. We make oatmeal for breakfast and love letters to slip into lunch boxes. We write on each others’ lives in delicate strokes of compassion and jagged lines of judgement. We create bridges, cultivate community, fashion idols.
We were made and we are making, always. Imago Dei.
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