Sunday, February 2, 2014

For a Different Story: A Catalyst


And there was this very strong sense that I hadn’t just dodged a bullet, but that that answered prayer was actually in service of a different story.
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I spent much of my youth in search of due north. Wondering where it was and what it was and if I was moving in the right direction, spinning in circles because without a map between my hands I was out of my depth.

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