Are you weary in some way or another? Losing steam? Needing a miracle? Or even just the tiniest sign?

As we approach a new week—with all its complexities, with all its uncontrollables, with all its possibilities, with all its veiled romance—I want to give you these words, a few lines I’ve lifted, from Maya’s “On the Pulse of Morning:”

Do not hide your face.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.

Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.

The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.

Here, on the pulse of this fine day,
You may have the courage

Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up, and out

With hope

His mercies are new every morning. This is all I know. As we approach a new week, a new day, a new hour . . . may we harness the energy of starting fresh. With our kids. With our selves. With God. With each other. With our deepest desires.

We can make the changes we long to make. We can stop the cycles. We can find a safe place. We can stop hiding. We can get well. We can create. We can return. We can, for the thousandth time, start over. With hope.

I believe in you. I really do.

All my love, Leeana