pastor max wilkins challenged the congregation at the family church in gainesville, fl to live "interruptible lives." i had no idea what that would mean this many years later. it is easier to leave margin in my day for a broken down car or a diaper blow out, but a blog? really, Jesus? write?
there are many reasons as to why i am just now writing, but they are interruptions. and these women that will be joining me, the girls interrupted, they are here because of other road blocks or unplanned events. interruptions. the "God bless the broken road" effect.
the timing of all this is crazy. we have just bought our first house and it is in disarray, the kids are out of school and my plate feels so full. this is where i am writing from:
this will be my office. sooner rather than later, i hope.
and this is where i will read from.
so i will write. and these amazing women will write. and guests will write. and hopefully, you will be blessed and intrigued and responsive. even as i see those words i'm nervous. this is a whole new level of vulnerability. my hands are sweating as i finish this up. insecurity is lurking. anticipation is high. expectations are low. here we go...
jill
