Sometimes you wonder if your prayers go unheard.
Then, one day, almost overnight, God moves. In His own way. Not yours.
And you are, as they say on Twitter, #overwhelmed.
My life looks nothing like what I imagined between the repetitive whispers of my deepest desires. But I’m taking the changes and the answers as they come.
I’m packing boxes. Moving home in a few weeks.
I’m editing, editing, editing. (My favorite way of pretending I have control.)
I’m writing. But you won’t see any of those words here. Those words are for teachers and students and classrooms and churches.
I’m hugging. My family. My friends. A few goodbyes but mostly a “welcome home.” And their arms are like the arms of Jesus.
My soul seems to be breathing again. Who knew thin air was so good for one’s heart?