A past life, maybe not

I’ve been crafting in my off time more and more lately. I didn’t even notice I had stopped the thing that fueled me for over a decade, until I realized why. It reminded me too much of a season that left me tired and, to be frank, a little broken. For a while it felt like a past life. But it doesn’t have to be. Pain has a way of stealing the things we love. But peace has a way of bringing them back.