Where Bones Wait
Life remembers what we thought was finished
Some books ask to be read quickly.
Others seem to invite us to slow down.
Where Bones Wait was written as a companion rather than a teacher—a place to pause, reflect, and become aware of the Life that has always been speaking, even in places that appear quiet or forgotten.
Before you decide whether to take this book home with you, you're invited to sit for a while and read a few pages.
A Dwelling Place, Not a Destination
Life remembers itself in the presence of Love.
This is the place from which these pages have been written.
They emerge from a place of quiet trust.
The trust that life remembers itself
in the presence of Love.
Nothing here
asks you to become anyone
other than who you already are.
There is no need to fix
what you may consider broken,
or hurry toward an outcome.
You are already enough.
What unfolds in these pages
rests in a deeper knowing:
that creation,
in all its forms,
including humanity,
carries within it
the imprint of its original intention.
Held in the Father’s heart of Love,
and spoken through the Logos
that permeates all things.
When that Love is encountered gently
and without demand,
what has been scattered
begins to recognise itself.
Not by force,
but by remembrance.
This is an invitation to come home.
Come, Sit a While
From the Father to you.
Before we begin, just come...
Sit with Me for a while.
There is nowhere you need to hurry.
Nothing you need to become.
Nothing you need to prove.
Simply be here.
Take a slow breath in and gently exhale.
And now take another slow breath in and gently exhale.
Let the weight you have been carrying be released with each exhale.
You do not have to hold everything together while you are here.
I am holding you.
I have always been holding you.
Before you ever knew My name,
I knew yours.
Before you searched for Me,
My love had already found you.
Before you had accomplished anything,
or carried any title,
or fulfilled any expectation,
you were My delight.
You have never had to earn the place
I prepared for you.
It has always been yours.
Come...
Sit a while.
The Valley
Where we are met, not left
As we begin this journey
you are invited to enter into a place.
Perhaps it’s not a place shaped by memory
or expectations from this life,
but a place,
that has been prepared
and made ready for you
from before the foundation
of the worlds.
You may sense,
even quietly,
that the door has already been opened…
not cautiously,
and not conditionally,
but with welcome,
and pure,
unconditional,
unabandoned,
extravagant love.
You are seen
without being examined.
Received
without being assessed.
Met
without needing
to explain your story.
There is no hesitation here.
No question of whether you belong.
You do.
Perhaps these few pages have simply been the beginning. If you would like to continue the journey, Where Bones Wait is available for you on Amazon.