Going into the last week of being here and I get this overwhelming feeling of just hang on. That's it. That's the whole instruction. Just hang on.

I hadn't packed or cleaned or gotten a storage unit or anything in well over a week. I do my daily post. I do the podcast and the blog when I'm supposed to. And then I stop. I don't follow through with anything else. The Listen and the Allow were running every morning. But the Follow was missing.

I've not been in this place maybe ever. Not the loud noisy mornings where I have to stop and sit and be like okay who's hurting who's loud who needs attention. Not the super deep conversations with God that leave me sitting in the chair wondering what I was just given. This was neither of those. It just was. And that was uncomfortable. That was foreign. And I had no idea what to do with it.