because motives matter
A pilgrim is not a tourist. A tourist travels to see something and comes home. A pilgrim travels because something has been placed in them that will not be satisfied by staying put. The destination matters, but so does the road, and so do the companions.
It’s clear that you love her. And it’s clear that you understand what that means—not just an emotion to feel, but a covenant to keep.
This year Katie's birthday post includes a surprise gathering, a long marriage, and a poem about boundary stones and covenant love. Sometimes a birthday is less about getting older and more about noticing the ground you’ve been given to stand on.
Maybe a nap can be a small Sabbath—an act of trust that the world can turn without me, that strength is received rather than manufactured, that God still reigns— a twenty-minute liturgy of letting go.
When the world dims, another kind of light begins to appear. This is a story of losing some sight and learning to see, not what is visible, but what endures.
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