It’s not that I want more time to do more things or see more places, foreign lands or salty seas. To struggle with maps and words or run till I am breathless and sore and bleeding.
What I want is to dig in deeply. Thick, ropey roots here and now.
But years of neglect left me feeling dead and hollow.
Sure, there were prayers in the delicate time between wakefulness and sleep. But to who was I offering my petitions? Who would care about such pathetic blanket gratitude?
Faith is just a word when your actions say “I don’t believe.”
But there is never nothing; there is always something. And we are never alone.
Right here where I am, the small is being made enough. With God’s grace I’ve been given the space to grow. This space, here in the midst of everything – place to hear what I need to hear most.
With time real gratitude has emerged and the small, the ordinary, is elevated by thanksgiving and faith.
This is how you truly live. This is how you make a life. All the small details are worth noting because this is life with God. And what you have is grace unending.