An on-the-inside rest has found its way to me. Perhaps it was putting into words the chaos of these writing days. Perhaps it was reading your kind and encouraging comments on yesterdays post. Or the beauty you all found in the midst of all that ordinary.
There was also that reminder I read about doing all things through His strength. In so many ways, we have a God who stands on his head, doing things so backwards from normal. Weak people are strong, poor people are rich and ashes turn to beauty in His presence.