A year ago, shame held me captive, but I broke free. In a pizza parlor parking lot. Listening to this exact song.

Have you ever told yourself – “If you can dream it, you can do it” over and over again until you actually believed it? I did that today.

I had just melted down. All over someone else. Someone who had planned to have a nice easy breezy day. I had ruined it.

I remember intentionally stopping and telling myself to never forget this moment. I never have.

One Sunday, I found myself on my knees in front of the altar. I had finally come to the end of myself. Have you ever been there?

Each of us will go through seasons in the wilderness, where our calling feels just out of reach. What do we do then?