I penned these words for you... For you who feel the call to create, the deep stirring to soar, yet struggle with the expression of that brave, bold step.
The art of waiting --- isn't it about allowing the waiting to make you, letting the tango of tension to mould you, and sorting your heart so solitude can find you?
Could it be that sometimes, our being stuck is something we've grown to love, and hold on to?
Our God is a God of promise, and our story is one of the promise fulfilled.
A year can feel too fast, and yourself going too slow, but there's extraordinary beauty in waking up to just be and slowing down to just see: and to be fully attentive and deeply given to the life you have been graced with and the people you have been gifted for.
2019 turns out a beautiful, bountiful year --- but having only 6 more months before we turn into another new year? --- I'd like to crush more goals and tick off more chores, please. But the clock keeps ticking, and I keep canvassing the calendar, circling the dates. How do I do more out of the time I have?
Life's fragile. And who knows how long we've each got. Or what life will throw at you next? Who'd tell you that you're meant to work one day or sleep the next, or that you're meant to bolt faster than lightning because of that one call that makes you just see how short this life really is? Time runs faster than feet, and we're wild to want this spin to stop.