One fabulous Thinker

Can I be honest with you for a moment? I'm in a season of holy exhale right now. And if you're reading this, maybe you are too, or perhaps you need permission to be. I didn't stop being a wife or a mother. I'm still showing up in the place God has already entrusted to me, home. But I did lay down other things. Not because I failed. Not because I lost faith. Not because I ran out of passion. I laid them down because God asked me to. There are moments when God says, "Go." And there are moments when He says, "Breathe." This is my breath moment. And as I start to sense Him inviting me to move again, I can feel it in my bones: Re-entry is differentbecause I am different. God didn't call a pause only because I was tired. He called it because I was depleted from building things He never asked me to create. In the quiet, He showed me the truth I tried to outrun: I had made false gods out of good things. The God of being is needed. The God of being seen...