room?
What if I never see the burning
bush?
What if I never live on locusts
and wild honey, or travel the
Damascus road?
What if my prayers end with more question
marks than exclamation points, and my hopes never become a better-than-I-could-have-imagined-extraordinarily-and-undeniably-God-sized
reality?
What if the real truth is that I can't do all things through Christ?
What
if I just do the next thing?
What
if that looks like waiting quiet, trying to listen, then getting dressed for
the day?
What
if that looks like many moments of almost-strong, followed by very-flawed
follow-throughs?
Is there room for me on the narrow road?
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