It’s that time of year again!
On Moses, change, calling, and freedom.
We breathe again, and we catch on fire.
On fog, pain, and turning oneself inside out.
If 22 was the year of hope, this is the year of being delighted.
Learning to listen to my own voice.
I reject that label out of hand.
We are becoming more ourselves than we have ever been.
Bravery is kinetic energy.
I am terrified, but I am listening.
Can it be that when we feel the most vulnerable is when we are the most alive?
Most of all I want to be myself.
My primary identifier is my name.
The words I want most of all to describe me.
And learning to pay attention to it.
The song that started it all.
Is often the most perfect.
The story of me and my middle name.
To say yes, to say no, to fall hard.
God has called us into hope, and He will not disappoint us.