Sometimes a decision-making embargo is just the thing to ensure I continue living from a place of health and rest instead of striving. What about you?
Run to God, mess and all, and let him wrap you in his arms and clean you up with eyes full of grace and love. You don’t need to be perfect to come to him, he’ll accept you where you are, even if you have an F-off sign on your face. Just come.
What have we sacrificed on the altar of “fast” and “convenient”?