July was a long time ago.
And then August happened.
I bought big-girl, Work Appropriate shoes again.
A changing season in the middle of a month feels about right . . .
I am dying to myself so much these days. And coming awake. Both much more than I’ve grown used to. In the past few months, I’ve changed churches and jobs and insides and Almosts. God does not change but sometimes He feels different because my soul is. It doesn’t take much to get soul-hurried.
I must slow down again.