Woah, the past 12 months have been a blur. Much of what I’ve had on my heart to write, my brain has smartly kept me from posting publicly. Much of where my mind has been in this season of transition, has been written with ink on paper in a journal that I’ll treasure for the memory of God’s changing work done in my life.
In the spirit of what I’ve seen, heard, and experienced over the past few months; here is a working list of things that matter more to me than they did a year ago:
The places I visit.
The friends I keep.
The stories I’m telling.
The questions I’m asking.
Advice from trusted friends.
Time alone with my wife.
Time together with those that believe in me.
Adventures with my children.
Red-letter words in the Bible.
Resting on weekends.
Memories that last beyond the picture taken.
Written words that nobody reads.
Conversations that last longer than they used to.