What a gift these past two months have been. Truly. Like a flower that grows through a crack in the sidewalk.
Once I muddled my way through the muck and confusion, I have had the pleasure of having some of the most meaningful conversations and connections with people whom I barely know. I have had the privilege of hearing encouragement of my gifts and my calling.

I have moved from a place of doubt and fear to a place of peace and excitement and of expectancy at what’s to come — whatever that is.

My journey with church has been an interesting one, and not one to fully unpack here. (Be on the lookout for my memoir whenever I get around to writing it). It is often met with judgement, sometimes pity, rarely understanding. But for the first time in sharing part of that story with a prospective pastor, it was held with tenderness and grace and hope. And that is what we are called to do — to walk with each other with tenderness and grace.

I didn’t know how desperately I needed these two months.
My soul is encouraged and my heart is full, and even though it came in an odd package, it was a gift I didn’t know I needed.

Peace be the journey.