It’s time. I can see the familiar signs: the worry about things that normally don’t cause me angst. The weariness that isn’t cured by a good night’s sleep. The lack of clarity—and lack of time to contemplate it. The irritability I feel whenever I spend even a few moments on the internet.
Yes, it’s time.
Time to pull back the words and think about them instead. To cease talking and engage in more listening. Time to process and pray as if life depends on it.
It’s time for the necessary work of...
Published on May 22, 2018 18:30