It was about 3:30pm as I pulled onto a busy eight-lane highway, the first leg of my nearly four-hour journey home. I had been traveling for work and after grabbing Chick-fil-a on the way out of town (a must-do for this small-town girl living in a lonely world devoid of waffle fries within a 100-mile radius) I hit the old familiar road ready to binge my favorite podcasts and maybe chat with a friend while I zoomed home as fast as possible. With the fuel gage on full and an early dinner sitting in the passenger seat, I was hopeful that I could make it home without any stops at…
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On a sunny Wednesday afternoon earlier this year, I was in my office chipping away at a list of to-dos when a message popped up on my phone. It was from a sweet woman at my parish. She was asking if I’d be willing to join a ministry that needed additional help. “Pray about it and let me know. We’d love to have you join us!” she wrote. I put my phone down and sighed. I paused for a moment and noticed a tightness in my chest as my brain started to move just a little bit faster. I want to say yes but can I really add another thing…
