You could say that denial is one of my superpowers. I believe so much in the story of what should be, what could be, what might be, that I don’t let myself hear the story of what actually is.But when I do see it, I can’t unsee it.
I can’t pretend anymore. Not once I’ve been honest with myself.This morning I was thinking about how much I miss the church.
The music. The singing. Leading worship.It was a place and time to be raw, real, and heard. I sang my heart out. I meant every word.
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