Transitions, disruption ... and an exercise with the Holy Spirit

a weekly breathe question

Some mornings, I notice myself. Some mornings I notice that I like my journal, pens, and quiet more than I like the Jesus I’m talking to by using them.

Some mornings, a steaming hot yeti full of tea and only a single light on in the house, on the table next to me, allures me out of bed more than does the conversation I might have with God.

Some mornings, …

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