Sometimes excitement isn’t all screams and exclamation points.
Sometimes it’s whispers and shrugs, quiet head nods. Sometimes it’s just peace.
There are exciting things happening now. Quiet things. Dreams coming alive. Dreams I’d barely even gathered the courage to whisper. Slowly, gradually, bringing themselves into fruition at the beckoning of the God who planted them there.
You can see the roots of one of them here.
And another, here.
And I’ll just leave it at that for now.
