by fivetwosix
2025, my human age finally caught up with my soul age slow dancing to midlife lessons of grief and grace, rupture and repair, and the marriage myth.
Of light at the end of a dark spiritual tunnel after almost seven very long years navigating “The Wall” in preparing (and ready) to enter the second half.
“Where Am I?” Deep in transition embracing unknowns and beauty in slow living, live simply and surrendered joy holding shalom amidst sorrow.
Getting out of the social milestone race and run your own. Redefining big. Finding your voice again. Even if it’s different, or more so if it is. This is 39.
Deconstructing ‘counting the cost’, global missions and the ordinaries as I beheld His invitation, asking, “Will you steward an alabaster jar for Me?”
Confession time, this is one life lesson He’s tried to teach me over and over and over again the last half a decade, and I’ve just been a poor student of.