In January, I felt the elation of an empty calendar stretching ahead of me. Crisp clean boxes to be filled in at my leisure. We're now at March's doorstep and I have penciled in dates all the way to September. It feels like time has compressed and is closing in. The endless stretch of possibilities is narrowing down ~ this, despite my determination to say no so that I can hear God's yes.
I started this year feeling faint but fresh breezes blowing on me, beckoning me to the yet unknown. My restlessness with the calendar is akin to an anchored boat ready to break free from its moorings. Are His yeses getting louder and more precise?
Perhaps what I am feeling is not a compression but a new birthing.
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