Thoughts from Mulberry Street
I spent the last four days in NYC & I’m still reveling in it, wondering how soon I can go back.
If you followed my Instagram stories, you know what a crazy few inspirational days it was...and now that I’m back, I’m decompressing, readjusting, & simply breathing again.
Which feels like something I haven’t done in awhile.
I had no idea how much I would need this writing trip with my girls Karly and Jenna when we tossed around the idea several months ago.
But God did.
I was listening to The Next Right Thing podcast this morning, catching up, when Emily (because we’re friends now…) said
So many days I tear myself down thinking I’m not doing life (and by life I mean all. the. things.) right.
Making the wrong choices.
This thought pattern has reared up in a scary way & since mid-January, I’ve just felt worn down.
But the last few days, I kept my eyelids up to see what I could see, & God showed me.
He renewed my sense of wonder.
Inspired me for my new novel.
Showed me how to understand myself a little bit more.
And gave me back my joy.
But most of all, He took a weight off my chest that I didn’t realize I was carrying because I went to Him
weary & burdened, and in the hustle & bustle of a city that never sleeps,
He gave me rest.
I can’t say this next season of Spring will be perfect, but I know it will be alive & bursting because He’s not going to let me miss my future.
“And that is a story that no one can beat, // When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street.”