My hands have been on the wheel too long. And I’m having a hard time letting go.
I’ve convinced myself that “I know best” and I’ve forgotten how to listen for the quiet voice.
So today I’m sitting in a donut shop, drinking coffee, marveling at how a dozen donut holes have mysteriously vanished in front of me.
Good thing I walked here.
And so I’ll wait, and listen. And pray a little.