Curating the Voices of Input

{a strategy for waiting}

It was a winter Sunday after church when we had the conversation that sent me spinning.

I'd often welcomed her input — grey hair, decades older than me, and a lot of wisdom to share. Like I've done to others more times than I could count, she heard a soundbite of where I was, and my struggle — and had quick advice. Too quick.

As I thought back over it la…