"Your part is to yield to my creative work in you, neither resisting it nor trying to speed it up. Enjoy the tempo of a God-breathed life by letting me set the pace. Hold my hand in childlike trust, and the way before you will open up step by step."
(Sarah Young)

A new library card. Laughing so hard you cry. Running into the gas station for milk with a cross of ashes on your forehead. Photos being hung on the wall. A kitchen overflowing with bodies (it never fails ... though plenty of places to sit, everyone congregates in the kitchen). Homemade croutons made with fresh olive oil. Receiving the news that your first niece just entered the world. A tiny little parish filled on a Friday night. Borrowing three little munchkins, a minivan, a dog and cat, and playing house for a day. Linens and cozy blankets. A group of young adults cramming into an Irish pub on a bitter cold night for Guinness and Theology of the Body. Hiking a portion of the Appalachian Trail covered in pine trees and fresh snow. Using Target bags to waterproof the hiking shoes. A run through the tiny little town nestled in the hills - discovering rolling fields and mountains on the other side of the bluff. The windows rolled down just a crack ... hinting at spring.
Leaning into a God-breathed life.


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