I once had a girl email me and ask how I heard from God. She said she was a little annoyed by me and the way I would write as if God and I were casually chitchatting over coffee every morning.
I reference it a lot in my writing. God whispered. God spoke. God said. I realize I address God as if we are sitting down together for morning coffee and he is dictating my day for me. I also realize that it doesn’t really work that way.
I never want to come off like God whispers to wake me up in the morning or I hear this slow, steady, streaming voice throughout my daily interactions, as if he’s the voice of Siri.
Instead of charging ahead into the year with goals all about health, fitness, productivity and business- what if we made the space to grow deeper with God? What if it wasn’t about a checkbox but simply because we wanted more of him?
A friend of mine was ghosted recently and she was pretty broken up about it. They’d been on a few dates. Things were going well. She was genuinely excited for the “what’s next.” And then, out of nowhere, he ghosted her. He stopped responding to texts. He never gave an explanation.
I’ve known for a while I wanted to write something down to commemorate another decade down. I still have so much to learn but I am beginning to believe wisdom comes at any age. Wisdom is always there waiting for you when you are ready to look up, look around, and take it all in.
I get emails all the time from people asking me to write about how, just how, to walk with someone through the woods. Through the pain of depression. Through a dark valley of an unseen illness that steals sleep and daily ambition.