march, 31

It wasn’t perfect.

It was messy, at best, but it was different.

This is the pause – the breath before blowing out birthday candles, hesitation before the light turns green. Brake lights, Monday coffee, a blink to let the contacts settle.

We were never made to live a life that is hindered.

We were made for freedom, for grace, for the high-five of a stranger on the train, miracles, adventure, and shoelaces that are tied.

The world wants to say that we can’t do it.

But heaven said wait for the third day.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s