by Kim Findlay

Maybe it’s time.

Maybe it’s time for what seemed dead . . . lifeless . . . dried up
to stretch and reach and thirst for more
to receive more.

Maybe it’s time to exhale the sorrow . . . the discouragement . . .the doubt

and inhale the wonder of healing, of hope
through the Breath of Life

Maybe it’s time for these dry bones to move

to rattle and make noise that brings glory.

Maybe it’s time to speak and declare and reveal

all glory and praise and honor
to the Giver of Life Himself.

Maybe it’s time to speak words once buried deep within,
words that once held fear can declare faith
words that once trickled in tears can nourish seeds of praise.

Maybe it’s time to embrace life now
even as we look forward to the life still to come.

Maybe, dear one, it’s time
to wake up and live.

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Kim Findlay explores life in the middle of faith and suffering, searching for God’s goodness. A midwestern transplant in New England, she is a wife, mom, stepmom, Nana, author and encourager of hearts. She works in Communications serving women impacted by domestic abuse, serves on the Board of her church and the New England district of the Christian & Missionary Alliance Denomination, and on quiet days, loves to read. Connect with her at and Instagram and Facebook.

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I'm a simple girl who loves words, God, my family and nature. It is my hope to inspire everyone, whether it's with a smile, encouraging words or just a listening ear.

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