Thin Air Thanksgivings

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?