Can I tell you a story about surrender? {grab your tea and catch your breath}

I’ve not outgrown the need for a touch from God, but sometimes life has weathered me enough that I stop looking for it.

I forget what it felt like to be 15 and on my back porch swing at nightfall in June, when He might as well have been sitting beside me. He felt so near.

So many years between then and now.

So much loss — my dad, my little girl dreams, t…