Writing about my gratitude feel frivolous and hard today, not because I am not grateful, but because I can't find words strong enough to state how grateful I am and how broken the world is all at the same time.
I am grateful for the opportunity to do work that impacts people's lives, and I grieve that sometimes those lives cannot embrace change.
I am grateful for colleagues who are willing to hold space and think through how we can best create safety for the people we serve.
I am grateful for pastors all over the country that are seeking to live out the Kingdom in their communities.
I am grateful that I serve a God that cares deeply and loves more fully than I love and offers infinitely more grace than I do.
I am grateful for conferences, and adorable hotels, and southern hospitality, and Irish pubs, and friends I have not seen in years, and flights that don't connect so that I end up spending the night in Dallas with an old friend who lives in Africa but is in Texas for a few months.
I am grateful for friends that are able to understand my emotions.
I am grateful for people who are willing to listen.
I am grateful for hope.