The four walls were closing in on me. I struggled to breathe…
OK, maybe not.
I just chose to study and write in a coffee shop today.
But the interesting thing to me is not the quiet. Because it isn’t.
It’s the noise.
The different noise.
And the people.
The different people.
And I believe that, as a minister of the Gospel, my place is out in my community from time to time.
Being salt and light.
Being part of life.
Office hours are necessary, I realize. But so are out-of-office hours.
Or even a few minutes.
Not a Camouflaged Soul 