“And somehow the transformation you knew would never come, that impossible plumping of fresh life and revelation, does come. It manifests itself in unseen slowness. So it would happen to me and so it will happen to all who set out to knead their pain and wounds, their hopes and hungers, into bread. Waiting for the yeasting of the human soul.” – Sue Monk Kidd, When the Heart Waits
We rush and get busy to do something, anything to make the waiting seem less and go faster. But in the waiting, the quiet, if we listen and trust, we find ourselves yet again. And time is not wasted in the waiting. We are right in the middle of becoming who we are meant to be, molded by patience and grace.
We arrive and depart, become and transform again and again. Growing and wilting, blooming again with a depth of beauty that only…
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