I’m so uncomfortable in that middle, in that act of changing. I want to be there already. It’s kind of like going on vacation. I want to jump from my front door to the hotel, post haste. I know we’re supposed to enjoy the journey and everything, but … I’m good, God, just get me there.

And even though this happens on the regular, I am surprised every time. Which means God has a chance to work on me. Every. Single. Time. … Sound familiar?