Happy first day of school.
And for the old.
Yes, somewhere far beneath my dirt and bones, I believe in grace.
You were made for this.
The more I sing, the more I feel like I could never sing enough.
Maybe the way we glorify God is in the ever-longing for Him.
Just listen to the story.
Maybe calling is just allowing ourselves to be made whole.
In our hearts we are longing for adventure, and we'd rather have that than second breakfast any day.
We can only do what we are given -- but let us do it with our lifeblood.
Calling is our companion on the road.
On trust and other foolishness.
To know calling is to know a little bit more of who we are in Jesus.
It is our responsibility to use our calling.
It will come back.
Is take the next small step.
Up and down.
What if heartbreak is our healing and we just don't know it?
The gray mistiness.
Maybe it was supposed to happen this way.