“Wait. Go back,” Blair says, “because you were not in love and then you were. Say how that went.” She wants the messy part detangled and she knows I know exactly what happened. She can wait.
Naaman does not know what it’s going to take to be rid of this leprosy, but he knows how to point himself in the right direction. That is what faith looks like on a human.
There will be days, this summer, after all that sand and sun, when you might just crave a little soul-deep soak in lessons that someone else has already learned the hard way.
One small shortcut to wise, please, hold the jimmies. Can’t it just be that simple?
I’ve got you.
“Nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could” as Julie Andrews sang in The Sound of Music (oh my heart, go watch it), and middle seasons are more about designing than producing. Does this sound familiar, is this your season too?
Small is the new centered here in this seeding season.
Making space for my still raw stories to play and have a life –beyond me arranging for you what I think you should think of me – is a risk every single time, but, these days I’m taking it.