I’m dismantling mirages I’ve constructed around productivity and identity and self-worth. I can no longer work twelve-to-fourteen-hour days, so… I can no longer pretend that who I am is enhanced by how much I produce, so… I can no longer ground my sense of worth in accomplishments and accolades, and… I can no longer pretend that God will keep me healthy or heal my every ache and pain. I have traded these lies for a truth: that in times of difficulty, God offers us presence, not a parachute.
