When healing comes to rest beside you in the wind.

Today was a hard therapy day. I left with my body heavy and my heart tender, unsure how to carry the weight of everything that surfaced. I drove to the ocean—the place where breath returns to me—and sat still, listening to the waves and the Real Jesus in them.

That’s when the dragonfly came.

Emerald body, golden wings—the very shade of the cocoon I’ve always envisioned as my inner child’s safe place. It landed on my knee and simply stayed. Ten minutes passed, the wind pressing against both of us, and yet it never left.

It felt like a living miracle.

After so much time gathering through the years, heart-shaped stones and shells, today Jesus sent something alive—a small companion to remind me that I am not alone.

As I move through the deep waters of grief and inner-child healing, this is what recovery looks like now: sunlight caught on a dragonfly’s wings, presence choosing to stay even when the wind is strong.

This is the Sanctuary work I’m building—the living kind of healing, unfolding in real time.  A place where we can breathe, grieve, and rest together in the Real Light.

May this small story remind you that the Real Jesus still meets us in motion and stillness alike, in color and in wind.  May you find your own gentle landing, your own shimmer of life that refuses to leave. 

Here you can watch her wings flutter live with the ocean sounds.

Tonight, may you know you are loved in real-time.

With Love,

Raya

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