waiting & grace.
A year ago today, I wrote the following journal entry. While waiting. While hoping. While anxious. Truth covered my soul then & now, reading it again. I hope it does the same for you. ❤️ My schedule is packed this week. My eyes are opening around 7 and struggling to keep up. My heart is, all-at-once, excited & utterly petrified over what is to come, in this season of transition, waiting, hiddenness that I don’t fully understand, because I feel so fully exposed—to what I could do, to what door God could open, to the type of work I could do in the waiting. So I’m finding a few moments to retreat, right here in the middle of Knoxville, in Starbucks, in between appointments. When I should be checking emails & nailing down plans, I’m slowing down. Instead of making sure I’ve got all the things together, I’m getting away. I’m hiding myself. Yesterday, I read Romans 4 as I waited. Waited at the doctor’s office. Waited in the car. Waited for an interview. Abraham ...