I used to get up early like this and walk to Caffe Strada in Berkeley. Or make my way to the ocean . . . or ride the train to Walnut Creek for any number of establishments . . . or traipse over to Lafayette for Panache.

I used to wake up before the sun in search of caffeine and chocolate swirled together . . . for solitude, and for rest. It felt glorious.

Sometimes, I felt lost. Well – more than lost, suspended. In time and space. I felt seen and eternal, but I wasn’t living with very much purpose at the time, other than to keep going in the belief that God would eventually reveal Himself to me even more clearly and give direction towards the 2:10 things He’s called me to.

What I have found being back here is that He’s faithful. He’s gracious and abounds in steadfast love and mercy. He waits to be gracious to us. He waits for us to tie our shoes and climb up in the carseat. He waits for us to stop rebelling against Him when it comes time to have our seatbelts clicked. He waits so that He can be gracious to us. He waits. He is patient. He is kind.

I’ve been driving to work since August. Instead of walking or riding the train. I’ve been driving in thick heat and humidity, in rain, in sleet, and in snow. In just a few weeks, I’ll be driving through the pollen North Carolina is known for. My whole entire life is different, and so is my soul.

God knows, I miss my stretch of the cold wide West Coast ocean. I miss fresh avocados and perfect Bay Area weather. But giving up the chapter I was clinging to really has given me life.

Being supported, loved on, and fed by my family has been a tremendous blessing.

And now, the uninterrupted solitude I have to look forward to every day is rehabilitating my heart. Already. In just these thirteen days. I’m more deeply alive, and I notice when I’ve been tense and holding my breath. I take moments now to reset my rhythms and straighten my spine.

I’m healing in ways I had only looked forward to before.

I have space to not be in a hurry . . . to not feel like I’m in anybody’s way.

And that’s worth celebrating to me.

So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering.

Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him.

Don’t become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You’ll be changed from the inside out.

Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you.

Romans 12:1-2, MSG

. . . & & | happy weekend, friends.

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