A slowed life is not a sloth life.
I am racing, as usual, for seasons once past will never return. This time, trying to bring people alongside on the journey.
How does a slowed life look like, when there’s so much to do and so much urgency in the mission?
Remove the paraphernalia, and is there still the desire for loving union? While it should always be the seed, the foundation, shouldn’t it always bear forth in a glorifying holy ambition?
How does one judge the fruit if the fruit is deemed any less in this season we are in?
I want to go on an adventure with you 