Coffee cup in hand as I'm feeling a little blurry. This weekend started last year. Four days of pouring out your soul because it got crowded out by God's spirit - this can be taxing.

My journey started about 3 years ago. Climbing mountains. I've been to the summit once before... but I get drawn to go back. And back. And back. This time I actually went - again. I took the steps, grabbed the outcrops, found the footholds, clawed at times, bled a lot. Or, it's like this:

Walk slowly into the ocean. Slowly. Step by step - intentionally. First the knees, then the hips, the chest, the neck.... in time, you're in over your head.

You can flail and fight it, and struggle, and die.

Let it go, and float.

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