As I sit on this flight to Los Angeles, I look at where I was just over a year ago, and I can’t help but be reminded that God is always moving. He’s moving in the small details, He’s moving in the closed doors, He’s moving in the quiet moments when it feels like no-one hears your prayers or your cries. Somewhere in New Mexico or Arizona as I write this This past year has been a year of letting go of any expectations I had for myself, or for my life. It was letting go of who I

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