I greet the hush of morning with stillness of body and I breathe.
Steam from my mug swirls round my face and I breathe it in, again and again, my whole body wanting to remember how to sit at the feet of Jesus.
I slow the rhythm of my breathing and I close my eyes to remember a small table on Tate Street and the quiet rush of Spirit.
And in this space of hush, I listen for His familiar call,
I’ve so graciously been given the opportunity to guest post for one of my most favorite bloggers, Becca Stanley. I could write you a small book on all the ways I love her heart, her ministry, and her photography, but I’ll save you my words. I’d much rather you swing by her place at The Stanley Clan and read her story in her own words.