On my way to Cusco, I found the sacred not just in the destination—but in the layover. Airports are thresholds. Sabbaticals are wildernesses. And the waiting is where we change.
This is so so good! Spoke to my heart especially since I’m in a waiting / wilderness season. We go from strength to strength, grace to grace and waiting to waiting! Thanks for sharing! And enjoy your sabbatical! Insert prayer hands! 🙏
This is so so good! Spoke to my heart especially since I’m in a waiting / wilderness season. We go from strength to strength, grace to grace and waiting to waiting! Thanks for sharing! And enjoy your sabbatical! Insert prayer hands! 🙏
Thanks for reading but especially for the prayer hands!
I love the way you write! And your ability to tell this human symphony in the airport! Great read! Share some more on your journey!