At some point in this back and forth, I stop and let the engine idle until it dies out. Then I sit in the snow silence and stare through the lines of trees to where the sun drops down behind the hills, over the river that’s too far away to see. I sit there and I marvel to myself about how much God asks of us. Nothing short of tearing off our old skin. Nothing short of baring us naked before the world, tender and stinging. Nothing short of that.
That’s a snippet of the blog I wrote that you can find today over at Deeper Story. Click HERE to read the entire post.
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I’ve found this whole break from social media and self-promotion an interesting and revealing practice – I’ll blog more about that next week. It’s not easy, when you’ve been shouting for a long time, when you’re used to the attention, to sit down quietly on the park bench and watch all the people walk by. But it’s a good thing.
I hope this is a solid week for you. I hope you find what you’re looking for.