While I wait, I find myself wondering what I’m meant to learn and what God might be showing me in this season. Those are fair thoughts, but they can also make me overlook something obvious.
When I left New Zealand for Budapest, I stopped calling New Zealand home, but it definitely wasn’t from lack of love.
There is a big difference between a holding pattern and a liminal space. They both involve waiting, but the difference is in the quality and purpose of that waiting.