Leaning into life.
This is the stuff of mystery. Eyes that merely quantify and classify, calculate and label will remain blind to such things.
You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.—Maya Angelou
To grow into a person who loves like Jesus loves.
To love—even when that love is breaking our heart—means something. Holiness happens there.
The loving presence of God is already near you. All around you. Be open to it.