I have lingered in my own, inner desert
Clinging to dried up habits.
This dry soil has been my home.
I saw little growth or change.
Yet I yearned for the rain of Mercy
To soak the hard crust of fear,
To awaken my writers soul.
The seeds of thought germinate.
Assimilated emotions, reflections,
Connected quotes and philosophy
Integrated.
Words sprout
Grow into stories
The creative process is subconscious
Energized by the Spirit
I am coming back to life
Through the flow of words
Sheltered under Gabriel’s wings
Freedom to flow
In the Word
With the Word
Through the Word
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Melanie Jean Juneau serves as the Editor in Chief of Catholic Stand. She is a mother of nine children who has edited her kid's university term papers for over a decade. She blogs at joy of nine9 and mother of nine9. Her writing is humorous and heart warming; thoughtful and thought-provoking. Part of her call and her witness is to write the truth about children, family, marriage and the sacredness of life. Melanie is the administrator of ACWB, a columnist at CatholicLane, CatholicStand, Catholic365 , CAPC, author of Echoes of the Divine and Oopsy Daisy, and coauthor of Love Rebel: Reclaiming Motherhood.
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joy of nine9 
Love it! Very well said and beautiful connection
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all the best blessings
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