I needed this today. Maybe someone else did, too. ❤
You understand, now.
There's no rushing this.
The space is holy, I think. I'll let you know in time, if it becomes clear.
It's not what I expected, but I know it will be worth it.
I can't tell every Tourette story, but I can tell ours.
Hope for the enduring winters of life...
For those scared, those confident, or those who feel like they have missed their opportunity, this is my encouragement.
Satan loves to draw us into sharpie-outlined scenarios where choices feel more like inevitabilities.
What if the struggle to free myself from winter's grip is because the winter is part of God's design?