This past Sunday I went on a walk before church. As I hiked the wooden steps built into the side of the canyon by my house I began to consider, “Why would I even be out early in the sunny heat of August, hours before headed out to church on the weekend?”
I almost missed it. I had spent all of my adult life at the onset of twenty years old pursuing what I believed was the “highest calling.”
Last night at dinner I had a conversation with a good friend about loving and leading people. “It just requires tough skin and a soft heart,” I said. She replied with this great quote from Breñe Brown. “Strong back, soft front, wild heart.”
“It’s not you, it’s me.” A line often said at the point of rejection. A line that actually had me feeling something might be wrong with me. I think it’s intent was the opposite.