As I write this, I’m sitting in a coffee shop, alone. I’m staring down age 40, but I’m kind of looking forward to it. There’s a lot i’ve learned with age.
My assumed belief is that, at some point, people always get tired of me… I’ve realised lately I assume the same of God.
Walking with God is a both/and journey. We can be both scared and stepping forward into the unknown.
Turmoil is both the soundtrack and the screenplay of our humanity. Why, then, if our brokenness is universal, do we dress it up with photos carefully posed?
To wait is to wrestle against the need for an immediate response and it might just be that in the waiting, we learn more than we would in an answer.
When you’re feeling overwhelmed, identify the lie that says you have to do everything well and all at once. The lies will come, but they will not be allowed to stay.
I didn’t want to cry but I’m one of those people who cries when she’s angry, and this day, I was angry. I was angry at God.