I missed yesterday. If this were a command–not a practice–I’d confess it. But wagons are made to be fallen off of. And today, I’ve got about 5 seconds to do this. And I’m feeling super grateful right now–for so much. For this moment of quiet I’ve snuck in at the Festival of Faith and Writing, for the conversation with a former professor, for the students playing and singing in the room to my left. As she’s singing, “You are amazing, God.”
So, just forgive me. For the stuff you know. Because here comes another friend….