Life - and especially the life of faith - is like a walk, a really long one. There are seasons where the pace is high, or when the incline feels impossibly steep, and there are times when the road is flat and wide and the pace is easy and steady. There are also seasons when it feels like you are injured and it takes all of your energy to just put one foot in front of the other. But still, we walk.

I can’t wait for Jesus to come back - just as He went. I find myself watching the sky more and more as I get older. But remember, that His last words for us before He left were words of blessing, purpose, promise and liberating limitation.