🌾 Testimony of the Coneflower

I was sick. Not just tired sick. The kind of sick that makes the world feel like a hallway of fluorescent lights and clipped voices. Prescriptions. Protocols. Paperwork. But in the middle of all that noise, The Holy Spirit whispered something soft. Something purple. Not Latin. Not pharma. Petals. Echinacea showed up like a messenger. Not to fix me but to guide me. A compass in the shape of a coneflower. Since then, I’ve walked through hospitals and homes, through rescue and outreach, through stained glass and song. I’ve learned the anatomy of suffering how it hides in the folds of paperwork, in the eyes of the forgotten, in the silence between appointments. I’ve studied humans. Not just their bodies but their brokenness, their brilliance, their need to be seen. I’ve learned health care. Not just systems but the sacred gaps where love has to rush in before the mold sets in. I’ve learned life. Not just breath but the rhythm of the Spirit pulsing through every ache, every answer, Every moment, I almost gave up but didn’t.............. 💜 HUGS ☔ and LOVE to you, from me, Anna Marie 💖