Thoughts From Sabbatical

I'm in Abilene this week, trying to sit quietly and listen and discern what God wants to do with me this next year and what He wants to do with Immanuel. It has been a rewarding and challenging and draining experience; I'm tired, but I'm good tired.

I was also, inexplicably, inspired to write a poem. It's in progress. Here's a sample:

Christ walks out onto troubled waters

And He bids us follow Him

In shallow pools, we may not sink

But we will never learn to swim