52 weeks words + images | week eleven


These shoes are like coming home.  Every day, I remind my body of what it can do and from where it came.  Others may raise their hands to the heavens to glorify that which they cannot see, but when I feel the motion tug at me from the inside, clawing its way out, I know that this is the kind of holiness that can make me believe; the drenching ache that steals your breath and leaves you glowing and satisfied. 

Alternate images:© Jennifer Summer | 2015