Sunday Blessing ~ Across the Quiet Span of Time

This morning, as I sat with this little painting of washing on the line, I thought of all the women whose hands have lifted, scrubbed, rinsed, carried, and tended long before mine ever learned how.

Women who loved in the middle of hardship.

Women who worked without applause.

Women who kept families stitched together with nothing but faith, grit, and a quiet steadfastness.

Today I’m thinking especially of my 2× great-grandmother, Eliza, her life marked by both deep sorrow and astonishing endurance. Standing at her unmarked grave this week, I felt her story rise through the earth like a whisper… reminding me that I am held by a lineage of women who did not give up.

And so this little painting of washing on the line becomes a prayer in itself:

that what was once heavy can be lifted,

that what was once stained can be made clean,

that what needed airing can breathe again.

May this be your Sunday blessing too:

that the woman you are,

and the women who came before you,

continue reaching for one another

across the quiet span of time.

May you feel their strength at your back.

May you feel grace soften what feels hard.

And may you know, deep in your bones that you do not walk alone.

Amen 🙏