thirst is our ally

blackout poem; the secret is to stay and call it holy ground.

When we find ourselves in hard seasons or times of being acutely aware of our weakness, our first instinct is to run, to avoid, to end it as quickly as possible. I’m slowly, slowly learning that if we let it, these seasons can instead be something that presses us nearer to God. “God calls us … Read morethirst is our ally