Last night I got to hear Daryl Arnold speak about going to the next place. He used the metaphor of a bird building a nest inside a grill. The baby birds kept coming back even after they were grown because it was what they knew. What a shame, he said, that they were meant for the trees but desire an old grill.
My version can't hold water to his delivery, but you get the point. Live at a high mindset because we are made for more beauty than we know.
Worksite beauty. I'm on call for Knox Revival today to answer paint and finish questions for the design team meeting happening now
So that's what I'm thinking on today, sitting on a torn up edge of land that will be a grand home sometime next summer.
I've taken some steps in the last few weeks toward the next thing and it's been good. I'm continuing to listen and am darn excited to get up in some high branches. For myself, of course, but also for the baby birds in my own nest. I want them to have a good view.