I have done grownup things this week. Difficult, emotional, grownup things. I have been putting them off for a long time, so they just sort of skulked around in the back hallways of my consciousness – not on the main stage, but not far enough away to let me ignore them entirely.
So, I did them.
And I could write a book about the thousand little ways my heart has been pulled and poked and loved and held through the stormy seas of these decisions. But I won’t. Because some things can’t be explained without being cheapened. Some experiences are too precious and painful to lasso into words. The only thing I really want to say about this week is that there was a moment when I felt the undeniable, incomparable smile of God. AT me! Little, reluctant-to-grow-up me!
It was a hard week for sure, but I know He knows. And I really think He might even be proud of me.
He’s proud of you, too.
Do hard things,