More than anything, I wanted to be normal, and in my eyes, the need for counselling meant I was anything but. I was broken and needed repair.
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.
I do the things I’d rather not do, small things that are a pain, because I’ve learned small things are larger than they appear.
My assumed belief is that, at some point, people always get tired of me… I’ve realised lately I assume the same of God.
I decided that I would stay off Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram for a month and it was glorious.
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.
