There is a wind that kicks up in me on a regular basis—an enormous dust devil that obscures my view, a tornado that picks up my house but never sets it down gently. Do you feel it?
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My mom once told me “Don’t pray for patience because you’ll be shown how to be patient in ways you never wanted to imagine.” When I walk outside, dinosaurs don’t chase me. I don’t see danger at every turn. My fight or flight response rarely if ever has good cause to kick in. Tracks in the snow. You. You there. I know you’re out there…quietly tiptoeing around in the dark and leaving behind your analytics. I see the trail you leave. |
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