Every week, I go through each day, taking notes on all the things God is teaching me. Then on Saturday mornings, I pull out all my produce, chop it up in nice bite-sized pieces, and present it to my audience like some demented chef.
What a terrible thing to take God’s feast and make it to-go.
This is quite the adventure. I don’t feel qualified, honestly.
But I do know that Jesus is enough when I am not. So here’s to stepping into deeper waters and pursuing Christ in the unknown–in this crazy new life as an author.