Four years later, what happened to the girl who went to San Francisco? Who was buoyed by her idealism and her fervent conviction?
Three years later, what happened to beautiful crushed brokenness of Vermont's starry night? That was unrivaled in its message of humbleness and healing?
Two years later, what happened to the girl who felt so keenly? With a rending message, and cathartic conversations, and freely loving one to another?
One year later, what happened to those library conversations, so organic but profound? Which made light glimmer in a crowded and desolate landscape?
Who on earth am I? And where on earth am I going? (Most telling of all, why on earth am I asking?)
We are always changing but we stay the same. I can hardly stand it.
I hope your new year bursting full and overflowing with His grace, true regeneration, and that eternal hope that spurs us on.