Stories lighten the journey. We must tell, and retell them to honour ourselves, each other, and our God.
Along the way, there are ideas to wrestle with, beliefs to form, and what we decide directs our daily steps.
Our journey is beautiful. Emotions colour our days, and dark nights contrast with sun-spangled mornings.
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That bend before you, in all its delicious possibility, Still holds the fear of not being what you imagined. That dream you clutch, Like a road map into the great unknown, Lacks topography, Clouds in obscurity, The friends who’ll walk this road with you….
As long as I taught, I had a reputable career, one people knew how to talk to me about and lauded me for doing. “We need good teachers.” “You’re having such an impact on those young lives.” All of this feedback brings me to the first thing teaching taught me about myself.