As God has been preparing me for the time ahead —- My prayer has been a sobering one.

“God I’ve spent my earlier years standing on the shore. I wanna go deep in. I want the water to be over my head. Sure, I can lead. But I want to be a house. A house with windows that are fully surrendered to your light. A house with doors that don’t hold any secrets except for your mysteries. A house with a kitchen that only cooks and serves solid food and water that never leaves a soul thirsty again. Oh Lord, I want to be a house of worship. Oh Lord, I want to be a house of prayer.”