15/52

Last week felt like a body tired at the end of a long day. In my legs I felt the strength of climbing two mountains. In my chest I felt the fullness of bearing witness to all those mountains. And my eyes, they felt wider from counting all those stars. But my spine, it felt the weariness of working hard for a job with little reward. Finally, in my heart I felt the lightness of ending my week at King Street Church. 

"...whatever is holding you down
whatever feels like it's drowning you
whatever feels like its a weight chained to your ankle
does not have the last word."