Maarit Harden Ministries

25/09/2026

“The Butterflies are a Gift”
I watched two beautiful Ulysses butterflies rise above the lush green forest canopy in far North Queensland in 2016. God's still, small voice spoke into my soul, “The butterflies are a gift.” I looked again as the two iridescent electric blue creatures danced in the sunlight rising above the green haze of the tropics. It was a beautiful reminder of God’s creation. But some months later, the same words flooded into my mind while at a workshop on hearing God clearly. The presenter had asked the participants to imagine a door in front of us that Jesus was waiting to open. My door opened to the inside of a shack situated in a field of wildflowers. Jesus and I sat looking through the window at the vivid colours of the flowers surrounded by a forest of trees that reminded me of Finland, the land of my birth. Suddenly Jesus pointed to the butterflies hovering over the flowers and spoke five words. “The butterflies are a gift.” I shared my vision with the 100 or more participants.
I pondered those words for days afterwards. There is a spiritual truth expressed in creation, revealing God’s ways (Romans 1:20).
I remembered singing “Bullfrogs and butterflies we’ve both been born again,” in Sunday School. It has a catchy tune and we would mimic the actions of bullfrogs jumping. The song taught me about metamorphosis. The Greek word metamorphoo is used in the bible in a number of passages.
Paul used this term in Romans 12:2 - Be transformed (metamorphoo) by the renewal of the mind.
This is a completely inside-out process. It doesn’t involve a surface exterior renovation but a complete overhaul of the inner person, by the Holy Spirit to make believers into Christlike disciples, who take on the character, love, and likeness of Jesus Christ. The butterfly life cycle is a metaphor for this work of Holy Spirit- but it is a joint activity between the believer and Holy Spirit working together in identification with Jesus’ work on the cross and his resurrection.
Before we believed and trusted in Jesus, the human is like the caterpillar. Earth bound and only focused on satisfying our physical body. Caterpillars go from leaf to leaf with a single focus of eating. Caterpillars then spin a cocoon for metamorphosis. It is an instinctive work that gets completed at the right time. Soon the cocoon hides the caterpillar during the metamorphosis. There is a completion of caterpillar DNA and emergence of butterfly DNA during these hidden days.
Paul writes in Romans 6:11 Reckon yourself dead to sin and alive in Christ. That word reckon in the Greek is logizomai which means to take an inventory and conclude, or account, or consider or think on this.
The cocoon is the place of dying to self. My death to sin and spiritual birth occurs when I become a Christian. When I enter the waters of baptism, I re-enact Christ’s death in my body. When I rise from the water of baptism, I identify with Christ’s resurrection. My resurrected life is the life of the butterfly– alive to God and no longer earthbound. I learn to live a life of newness with God’s Spiritual DNA at work in my life.
2 Corinthians 5:17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!
The old life is gone. It is dead. I don’t want to resurrect my former life by replaying the past. Butterflies teach us about being a new creation in Christ. Butterflies don’t live in remembrance of their caterpillar days. They don’t rehash the past earthbound life.
Back in 2016, a few weeks after the prophetic workshop, my hometown was inundated with millions of migrating White caper butterflies. These butterflies migrate in large numbers after extra wet spring every 7 to 10 years. They travel from west of the Great Dividing Range to coastal regions in my state. These butterflies are smaller than Monarchs and have a white with a darker edge colour on their wings and sometimes yellow or orange spots on the lower underside wing. They feed on caper bushes hence their name. I remember the short season of watching these butterflies flying at about 2-3 m height across the road on my way to work. During my prayer walk in the bush, I remember standing still and having butterflies land on my shoulders. I asked God if these butterflies were related to the word spoken at the conference.
This is what I sensed the Lord was highlighting. The white caper butterfly is a metaphor for Jesus’ finished work on the cross, covering our sin with a white cape of righteousness. When we take on the identity of being covered by His righteousness, we no longer strive to make ourselves a better Christian, but let God do His work in us; then we will caper or dance with Jesus. The word caper has the meaning of a bouncy, light-hearted jump, hop, or frolic (like a young goat playing) as a noun or, as a verb, it means to skip or dance around happily.
We are meant to fly like butterflies in His presence. We are free to dance and rejoice with skipping and dancing because of the weight of sin being removed by Jesus. We dance on the wind of the Holy Spirit who lifts us up into the heights of seeing things from God’s perspective.
Isaiah 1:18b “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.
Revelation 3:5 The one who is victorious will, like them, be dressed in white. I will never blot out the name of that person from the book of life, but will acknowledge that name before my Father and his angels.
I pray this blog blesses you and gives you a picture of what living in the Spirit can look like.

05/05/2026

Ouch! That hurt.
I had been listening to a podcast, while ironing my shirt for work.
In that moment, the speaker prayed for increased sensitivity to Holy Spirit, I accidentally put my finger on the hot iron and felt that surging pain of a burn.
I quickly ran to the kitchen for an ice cube to soothe the pain in my index finger. I finished ironing while dipping my finger in the ice water.
It still hurt. Slightly reduced pain from the ice, but I could sense a blister forming. The words on the podcast still in my mind, and a related book I had read about the unusual ones who hear God’s voice in spiritual experiences of the divine, like the fingertips in the body of Christ, as per Paul’s analogy in 1 Corinthians 12. Fingertips have a high concentration of nerve endings for increased sensitivity to pain, temperature, vibration and touch. That spiritual sensitivity is important for discernment.
In that moment, I prayed and thanked God for the reminder- even though my finger still hurt. I thanked God for the speaker and the book. I need to remain sensitive to your Spirit and even when it hurts, to press in for more of God’s divine revelation including discipline. I know it brings a fruit of righteousness.
How often, when facing something painful, do you try to find a way to avoid it? That is true of me as well. I often look for the least painful way to go through difficulties. I have discovered that when I avoid pain, I end up making that pain pathway larger when I finally get to go through it. There are no easy ways to do difficult conversations, only temporary solutions that mollify my fear. There are no soft solutions for pruning off bad beliefs, or faulty reasoning – God calls me to repent and dismantle these ungodly reasonings. God is after my heart, and He wants to mould it and purify it for the season ahead. Are you willing to go through that storm? There’s something better on the other side.
Don’t forget that Jesus has promised to walk with you and guide you through it to the end. Your story is not finished yet, and neither is mine. I look forward to what the next season has in store for me, but right now I need to nurse my blistered finger and take a breath to step across this threshold and leave those faulty beliefs behind.
PS do not take my analogy of the iron burning my finger as a command to push yourself to do something stupid. It was just a reminder that my fingertips and yours are sensitive. Just as my spiritual sensitivity is important in the body of Christ, your spiritual sensitivity is important to the ones who God has called you to share your life with.

05/02/2026

Intergenerational trauma and emotional healing
There is a compelling body of scientific evidence that the body keeps a record of the traumas experienced throughout the lifespan. Some of these traumas may have occurred before there were words to describe the feeling or circumstance. There is also evidence that some traumas can be passed on from parents to their children. This is the emerging field of Epigenetics. Research has demonstrated how traumatic memories associated with a specific scent were passed through three or four generations of rodent families following the initial event.

I now know that my own Mother experienced terror during the Winter War of 1939. When the alarms blared warning of enemy aircraft approaching, my Mother, the oldest daughter, made a hurried escape to a bomb shelter with her younger siblings. She was 12 years old when war broke out. I can see from family photos, Mother always carried a frown. She rarely smiled. She rarely laughed. I can also see her disappearing into herself, her job, her scripture reading, rather than noticing the fear in my brothers and me. When our family emigrated to Australia, my younger brother and I overreacted to the safety drills on the ship with terror and hiding (see photo). I sense this was similar to her own childhood terror of those war years when she had to go behind enemy lines to recover family documents.

It was no surprise that when I had children, my own daughter had unusual responses to loud noises. She would fall down in fear, almost paralysed for a millisecond and her brothers would tease her by popping balloons to watch her fall. I later noticed that I too had momentary paralysis, it just was not a falling down experience. I noticed myself shutting down and disengaging when there were loud voices or conflict. It was easier to focus on a task than in being present with the people who were making the noise.

Maybe you are a person who has trigger moments from loud noises or from conflict situations. My process of healing came from noticing these in myself and asking God to help me know myself better. I learnt to find a way through these moments to not react in the way that my body wanted to react. I learnt to stay with the emotion fully acknowledging the feeling in that moment. God knows how He made your body. He also knows the things that have been emotional triggers in the past. He wants your healing more than you know. While sitting with God, I learned new ways of responding when triggered by noises and conflicts.

Epigenetic studies also revealed that baby rats nurtured by relaxed mothers developed more relaxed personalities and didn’t react to stress the same way that baby rats raised by fearful anxious mothers.

In 2006, my Mother succumbed to cancer after a 6 year battle. In that final year of her life, Mother and I spoke about things we had never opened up about before. She shared her sadness about my early life and asked forgiveness for not being close with me during my growing up years. I knew what she meant, as I had felt that disconnect that children know when their parents are distant. It wasn’t until after her death, that God opened up a way for me to understand her words.
I had developed a progressive pain in my lower back. My GP sent me for a back MRI. I knew that MRI machines are loud and that some individuals are unable to go through with this test because anxiety. I was aware that the loud noise of the machine might be a trigger. My GP offered me a sedative for the test, but I was learning to sit with Jesus in these difficult moments and declined.
The radiographer came to give me a head set to wear during the procedure. Again I declined the offered music but instead chose a set of earplugs and eyemask. I decided that reducing the sensory input was acceptable as I would spend this time with Jesus. Little did I realise that Jesus would take me back on a journey to the womb.

The machine noise started and suddenly I was aware of a vision of being inside my mother’s womb. I could hear her heart beating in time with the noise of the MRI machine. I sensed Mother anticipated my birth with pleasure. I sensed her sitting in her Railway’s office typing, and the clanging of the trains going past in the months of gestation. Then the vision changed. I was a deeply loved and desired daughter, and much hugs and kisses welcomed me into the world during a severe winter.

Then the vision changed again. I was now a sickly child suffering from double pneumonia and fighting for my breath. Mother’s frantic attempts to get a doctor to see me while outside was dark and cold. Mother’s frantic prayers for God to heal me even while the doctor spoke words saying to prepare for the worst. There was an ambulance ride to a faraway hospital. Oxygen mask on my face. The hospital became my home for many weeks. Mother prayed that if God chose to take me, then she would not resist, and being comforted by a dream that the next child would be the one who saw her into her old age. Dad visited me in the hospital, but Mother stayed at home looking after my older brothers.

In my MRI vision, I returned home to a different Mother than the one I had before my sickness. Something in me had shifted too. I was described as the baby that didn’t cry. I didn’t express my needs. I would toilet on time- rather than have a dirty nappy that wasn’t changed for hours as this was trained into me from the hospital. My Mother thought it was unusual, but she was now pregnant with my younger brother and didn’t ponder it too long. I couldn’t trust that my needs would be met. Our bond had been sadly broken and remained so until those last weeks of Mother’s life.

I came out of that MRI machine, with a new understanding of Mother’s struggles to love and bond to me. I had a renewed compassion for her struggles that helped me to forgive her completely. I was able to recall our conversations from before she died, that helped me to see my early life, including my gestation, birth and first years through a lens of being with Jesus. This knowledge had implications for my own healing in ways I can’t fully comprehend.

In reading Mother’s memoirs after she passed, I discovered an interesting intergenerational phenomenon. My Mother, the oldest girl in her family, had been close to death as a toddler. My Grandmother, repeated the actions of her own Mother (my Great-grandmother) in sewing a funeral dress ‘just in case’.

When my daughter was born, in her first few months she fought a life-threatening illness called bronchiolitis. It was the first time, someone I loved deeply, was fighting for her breath. I was learning to trust God. Father God knows the traumas we go through in our life and understands the body reactions we have used to survive them. He does not condemn the body reactions but wants you to learn ways to process them with Him.

If my story has brought up memories about your own infancy or childhood, know that Jesus is aware of all the details. Don’t be afraid to sit with Jesus and process the information with a new lens. God is gentle in taking you through memories but don't rush the process. He will bring you to the other side of trauma memories if you are willing to face it with Him.

Psalm 139:16-18
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.

30/01/2026

I have decided to open up some of my stored videos in my other youtube channel for public access. The course material from Christian mindfulness and CBT can also be accessed at Maarit Harden ministries on youtube

1 Corinthians 13:7 has a verse that intrigues- love bears all things. It is in a list of other characteristics of love- believes all things and endures all things. This is about the tough seasons of life and love and finding the way to follow Jesus through it all.

07/12/2025

Christmas blessings to you. If you are interested in checking out a children's book I created in 2021- The Christmas Epiphany. It is only available on Kindle but with a minimal cost. I pray it blesses you as you read it out loud for your children and grandchildren.

The Story of Magi as imagined by Maarit Harden. Imagining Bible Stories and Presenting an Epiphany of Christ.

14/10/2025

The Eyes Have It
I had a moment in time that has been etched into my soul when I saw something I cannot explain.
It was something about the eyes.

The eyes truly are the window to the soul. There are truths hidden in the eyes which a discerning person can discover. Hooded eyes may be a sign of overwhelming tiredness, a medical disorder, or impact of medicines; a glazed look may suggest someone is distracted and their mind is faraway; overly wide eyes may signify a thyroid disorder; but, bright shining eyes are attractive and make me want to know the person more.
Jesus spoke about our eyes in Matthew 6:22.
“The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light.

Mother and baby are meant to lock eyes regularly. This is part of the mirroring process, which teaches the baby about the world and how to communicate. Imagine a mother and baby looking intently and lovingly at each other. The mother making soft cooing noises and the baby starts to mimic her. We are meant to lock eyes with Jesus too. We learn God’s ways through the eyes of Jesus which gaze at us with perfect love.

A famous African missionary was coming to speak in my city. I was eager to attend the meetings and hear her God stories from the bush of Mozambique. She had one message – stop for the one – show love towards one person as an act of obedience to the One who loved me first. I was determined to take the steps to stop for the one after the conference.

“Lord Jesus, show me the one to demonstrate your love to?” I whispered under my breath as I drove my son to school. His missing school jumper needed a replacement from the uniform shop, so we walked from the car. Then I heard the still small voice that I recognized. “That’s the one!” I craned my neck to look back as an older lady wearing a beret, disappeared in the opposite direction. Now I had a dilemma. Do I go to the uniform shop or follow the lady who appeared to be headed to the shopping mall? "Lord, help me to find her in the shopping mall, after I finish this task with my son.”

A short time later, I was walking up and looking for the stooped lady with a cane and a beret in each of the shops fronting the mall. She seemed to have disappeared. I was sure I had heard that voice. It seemed an answer to my prayer that morning.
It wasn’t long before I was frustrated and decided she must have already left the shops that I ventured outside and there in a courtyard, amidst a group of people lighting up their smokes, sat the lady in the beret. She had a lined weathered face that looked like it had seen a lot of life and been knocked down often. She was wearing a printed floral dress and a worn, oversized cardigan.
I took a brave step and sat on the bench beside her. She offered me a cigarette which I smilingly refused.

“Hi, my name is Maarit. What’s your name?”
“It’s Cherie,” she mumbled in reply as she finished her cigarette and stubbed it into a makeshift plastic ashtray in the middle of the courtyard.

Looking at her eyes, they seemed muted and sedated. I had seen that look before in some of my patients. These thoughts I kept to myself as I was still unsure what demonstrating love might look like in this moment.

“Can I pray for you?” I ventured tentatively.
“It’s my back,” she winced as she indicated where.
There in that outside courtyard, as the other smokers looked on, I prayed for Cherie for healing of the pain and for God to become real to her.
It was a short prayer, but in that moment she smiled and she said, God had become real to her. Cherie had visited Hillsong church in another state and she knew God was real. I rejoiced in hearing this.
I asked Cherie if there was anything I could do for her. She said no. As I got up to leave, I prayed under my breath, “Lord if this is the one, let me see her again.”

Over the next six months, I must have met Cherie 10 times. Sometimes it was at the shops or the chemist. Another time, Cherie had taken the wrong bus, and I offered to give her a lift to the shops. Yet another occasion, Cherie almost ran towards me when she decided to walk the 5 km from her home to the shops rather than take the bus. This was something she would not have contemplated, and we rejoiced together in her healing. Then a bit later, the pain was back.

One day, as I was going to work, a thought occurred that I would see Cherie that day. I had shared about a recent Hillsong album, and she expressed her desire to hear it. So when that thought came into my mind, I put the Hillsong CD into my car wondering if this was a Holy Spirit prompt. Sure enough, as I stopped at a traffic light, Cherie was crossing the road in front of me. I called her to pick up the CD from my car window.

Then came the day when I saw Cherie for the last time, though I didn’t know it. Cherie had taken the wrong bus again. She readily accepted the lift to the shops. As she sat in my car, the direct sunlight lit her face. In that moment, her eyes burned with a blue fire inside. I gasped in surprise and told her that her face had lit up beautifully in the sunshine. After I dropped her at the shops, Cherie never came again. We had had some great conversations as we talked about God, about worship music, about churches. Cherie refused to attend church, including my own church that I had invited her to attend. Mostly I listened to her concerns and we prayed together. I pray for Cherie often when memories of her come to my mind.

It must have been about 2 months later, that I realized Cherie was no longer attending the shops. I waited a further couple of months before I enquired at the chemist and they confirmed that she had stopped coming. I have often wondered what became of her. Did Cherie move to another suburb? Was she healed and no longer needed to take pain medicines? Had she passed away? Then, there was a nagging thought about her appearance on that last day when her eyes were like fire. It remains one of my mysteries that only heaven will reveal.

What did I learn from those six months? I learnt to trust that inner small voice of Holy Spirit. I pray for eyes of love to really see. Recalling this now, I sense the need to repent. Since the pandemic, I lost that drive to obey so quickly. I allowed distractions and other things to crowd out that inner small voice. Lord, lead me to the one you want to bless and allow me to be your conduit of love to these precious ones again.

15/08/2025

A friend asked, what was the most important scripture in forming me as a Christian. The question lingered within. Which of the many scripture verses and chapters would I return to again and again until my spirit was revived?
I couldn’t go past Romans 8 verse 1. It starts with, “There is therefore” and it beckons me to read the chapters before it to find out what Paul the writer was considering. He was writing about his wrestle with sin and how just following the rules wasn’t enough to make him right before God.
Chapter 8 begins with, There is therefore now no condemnation for those in Christ Jesus.
I was brought back to a time before I was a Christian. I was terrified of dying and going to hell. In fact that was my nightly torment- seeing myself in hell with demons dancing all around me. It filled my 7-year-old mind with horror of the worst kind. A sin consciousness had awakened in my soul. I was not a good person – for a myriad of reasons. I knew I couldn’t be good enough and that thought terrified me.
But now that has changed. Paul used the word 'now' to show that his previous wrestle with sin changed after he met Jesus.
I want you, the reader to know that my sin consciousness was God initiated because the outcome was my salvation. I have had people tell me that demonic dreams must be from the enemy, yet- the book of Job tells us that demons have to ask God’s permission to torment us. This tells me that even though it was emotionally painful, that torment brought about a righteous conclusion – a seven year old trusting in God and His ways. I met Jesus and without hesitation, I invited Jesus into my heart. Jesus didn’t want me to go to hell and had paid for my salvation and the salvation of anyone who chooses to follow Him. Those nightly torments went away. You might think that is the end of the story- but Romans 8 verse 1 continues, “who do not walk according to the flesh, according to the Spirit.”
In some deep recess of my conscious awareness, I sensed God knew me before I was born and thought of me as the person that He wanted me to become. From a very young age, my heart leaped when hearing things about God. These moments reminded me of whispers in my soul that I had known but forgotten over time. These inner longings to know God were put there by God to reawaken in time. They remind me that God knew me even in my mother’s womb and cared for me through all of those years of not even acknowledging Him, when my body desired selfish temporary things time and time again. My spiritual side got pushed aside for temporary matters until thoughts of God became a faint echo in the recess of my mind.
Then decades later, my inner core heard a whisper echoing that brought my joy back again.
I heard Jesus’ voice so clearly that I had to follow.
“Come outside, I want to show you something.”
That moment marked my re-awakening to follow the One who loves me so much that He called me to follow. Will you follow Him too? He is the one who gives us the strength to die to our past and our selfish ways. Walking with Jesus awakened a purpose and reality that allowed me to see the temptations of this world as passing and only temporary. Jesus revealed His love which is eternal.
There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus who do not walk according to the flesh, but according to the spirit. Romans 8:1 NKJV
Read the whole chapter for yourself. There are more nuggets of truth in the verses that follow. If you are ‘in Christ Jesus’ read these verses again and again and remind yourself- you are a loved child of God who can call out to God like a child saying “Abba Father” in Hebrew it is a version of Daddy. If you are not yet following Jesus, may you seek and find the One true Father in Heaven who sent you Jesus to invite you into His eternal family. It's not too late to trust Him.

19/05/2025

God is good and all the time Good! What are your stories of discovering the goodness of God personally? Share them here.

26/08/2024

It was an unusual week but here I was at the Weekend conference for the beginning of worship, despite a week that included acute abdominal pain and surgery, and the night before a son who had driven their car into a light pole but walked out without a scratch. Thank You, Lord for sparing his life and getting me here to this place of worship.
I was still shaken by the sight of the crumpled car burnished in my inner eye and the anger that was welling up inside of me. Here was another chapter of the merry go round of chaos. So it was tough to enter into worship- to look again at the One who only has eyes of love, when my inner core is still finding a place of peace amidst the family dramas.
The worship leader says, “Find your place here. Close your eyes and seek the eyes of the One who loves you and posture yourself before Him. If you don’t know what to do, ask Him for a picture of what you should do.”
“Lord, how do I approach you now?” my inner soul shouted. I closed my eyes and saw myself, dancing. Not really dancing, just swaying and lifting my arms. So even though I didn’t feel like it, I decided to lift my arms and sway to the music. It wasn’t really dancing.
But suddenly the story from scripture came into my mind.
Salome, daughter of Herodias, step-daughter of Herod danced at a party (Matthew 14: 1-12). I imagined Salome was still a pr***en and quite influenced by her mother. I suspect Salome wasn’t keen on dancing for her stepdad and his friends, but she obeys anyway. King Herod was so pleased with her dance that he offered her anything she wanted. This was an outrageous promise witnessed by the partygoers. Sadly it brought about the death of John the Baptist at her mother’s interference.
Jesus spoke to my core, “If Herod was so pleased with Salome to offer her anything, don’t you think My Father won’t give you His Kingdom?” Suddenly, I recalled a postcard tacked to my mirror. A pastor mentor who passed to glory some years ago gave the postcard of daisy flowers. I had treasured it as a memento of our time together. The verse flooded my mind.
“Fear not, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom.” (Luke 12:32 ESV).
Right at this moment, I sensed the Lord’s pleasure on me even though I wasn’t really dancing. I was doing what I could with a heavy heart and heavy legs not willing to move more than an inch as I swayed with my body and arms.
Jesus, I sense your pleasure in this moment of dancing even when my heart is so heavy. Will you bring me the release from the things burdening me? I was crying and the tears and snot were flowing down my face. I spied a box of tissues on the stage and I now made my way to blow my nose.
One of the worshippers, Mark approached. He carried a worship flag and draped it over my shoulders. He sensed my heavy heart and said the flag represented breakthrough.
Lord Jesus, I need a breakthrough with my family. The merry-go-round we have been on is starting all over again. Jesus, what do you have for me in this season?
The answer came back quickly- “My kingdom.”
But Lord I am trusting You to bring the turnaround. This accident is just another in a long line of chaos. Lord will you hold him in your arms? Will you transform the merry-go-round of his life into a turnaround of your Spirit’s doing?
Lord I need Your wisdom. What else do You want me to do?
Dance!
But, I don’t even feel like lifting my feet off the floor.
Dance as if I am the only one watching. Dance like it doesn’t matter how uncoordinated you feel. It is of no significance what it looks like to others. To Me, it is an expression of your love. It is just as precious as the costly Nard that was broken over My body. It was a costly love in that moment.
Dance as if Holy Spirit is putting the wind behind it. Let Him lead you as you dance. Dance with your whole might. See My delight is to give you My kingdom. It is yours already- but it is becoming alive as you dance with Me.
Leave the cares and concerns you are burdened with and leave them to Me.
Dance until your feet feel light and free again. My burden is light and easy so when you are heavy, there is something that is not of Me in your load. Leave it behind. I am bringing the light steps of dance back into your inner being. Dance and don’t look back.

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” Matthew 11:28-30 MSG