At the end of the season, all you’re left with a withered mess of mud and decomposition.
There, it wasn’t a practice or an effort, it was simply being present. I want more of that in my life.
Today, my life looks simple. I simply am a lot of the time. I practice being.
So often in our lives, we believe that our internal and personal storms must be weathered alone.
On the outside, I held it together. But on the inside, I was broken. Full of fear, shame, remorse, guilt, self-pity and insecurity.
…no matter what continues to happen in my life when I seek Him, He’s there.
And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road, though I may know nothing about it.
It was frightening. And there was peace.
I had to reach the ‘end of me’