I felt a little lost. Really tired. Questioning my life decisions. Anxious about the future. Not feeling like I had distinct clarity on what's next, and I really needed to hear from the Lord on a few things about my life. Learning, slowly, to let go of what I thought my life would look like by now...

I had a dream about you last night… I asked you to stay… You were so tired. The kind of tired that’s etched around your eyes. The kind of tired that made your bones feel like lead and your chest like it’s wrapped in iron. You were tired. But you still had that secret joke hiding in the corner of your mouth. Somehow, I knew it wasn’t for your sake that you kept it there...

He said the answer is patience. I’m not so sure. That’s probably what all green-thumbs say too. Some people just have a knack for stuff the rest of us suffer through. But, the smell of fresh bread makes one feel at home, no matter how unusual the company.