I'm often infatuated with God’s hand, not His heart. I’ve read the scriptures and parables. I know the miracles He’s performed. But I skim over the time it takes for the miracles to happen.
The Wait
I'm often infatuated with God’s hand, not His heart. I’ve read the scriptures and parables. I know the miracles He’s performed. But I skim over the time it takes for the miracles to happen.
Some days, I feel unstoppable. Other days, I stare at a blank screen wondering if I’ve lost my spark. Most days? I’m somewhere in between—actively trying, still figuring it out, still choosing to show up even when I’m not sure how it’s all going to come together.
I was building from a state of brokenness—serving my community while walking over the shattered pieces of my existence.