When God tells you to move, move. When He shows you the path, walk. You might stumble, you may fall here or there, and you might be unsure. But when you trust the hand of the One writing your story, that ultimately means saying "yes" and following His lead.

There is a coffee shop in Birmingham that makes the very best chocolate chip cookies. I will straight up argue with you, should you dare to say otherwise. For years it has been my favorite place to hide away and read good words, work on homework assignments, and meet friends. I couldn’t begin to count how many times I’ve looked across one of the dark wooden tables and said, “so tell me your story.”

73 days ago I sat in the loft upstairs and I began something that felt really big. It seemed daunting and crazy but I began anyways because saying “yes” looked like obedience.

Today I finished it, said “the end,” and asked my friend to capture the moment because, well, I’m me.

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There’s a particular post in this mix of 31 Days that is so much more than a regular blog post and on Monday I get to tell you all about it. I am nervous and excited and kind of freaking out. But for now I’ve just got this:

When God tells you to move, move. When He shows you the path, walk. You might stumble, you may fall here or there, and you might be unsure. But when you trust the hand of the One writing your story, that ultimately means saying “yes” and following His lead. So go and dream and move and take 73 seemingly small steps that add up to so much more.

Believe that He is writing a best-seller with your days and simply follow where He leads. It might be scary, but He will be with you. Had you told me 73 days ago that I would be here today, huge smile on my face and tears in my eyes at His plan, I wouldn’t have known what to say. I probably would have hesitantly laughed and thought to myself “that isn’t even possible.” But God isn’t bound by our realities or ideas. He is bigger, so much bigger, and He has good, good plans. In that stretch of 73, I took two weeks “off,” two weeks to be completely present with my people and to complete other tasks and commitments and projects. But He was always working, always moving. It’s what He does and it’s who He is.

Today, I’ll sing praises for 31 days of three little words, the lessons learned in the stories that can be birthed from just a few syllables, and for the deep sigh of relief that comes when you say “the end” and turn it over to Him.

See you Monday, friends. I’ll be the one with happy tears in her eyes.

31 days of posts - only three words!

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