I am still struggling to find my words. It is quite an interesting predicament I find myself in, because I so wish I could I tell you how dinner with friends and an evening of worship at the Ryman restored my joy. I wish I could tell you how the advent musical reverberating through the pews was food for my hungry soul. I wish I could tell you how a remarkable group of musicians reminded me that when we chase our God-given dreams He shows up in ways that we could never imagine.
And I wish I could share how pregnant my heart is as I wait the arrival of two dear friends, friends whose shear presence makes me feel more comfortable in my own skin. I wish I could share how their unlikely friendship makes me want to scream from the roof-tops of the unfathomable “wonders of His love.”
And I wish I could put words to the seemingly circular debates battling it out in my heart, my soul, and my head. I wish you could all weigh in, guide my path, and give me clarity on what exactly is good, and right, and just. But this I know, there are some things that need to be left between me and my God.
What are you wishing for today?