Friday is learning a dance at 42, rewinding and counting and trying to keep up.
Friday is entering the holy of holies into the presence of God who is not put off by our brokenness but ushers us to come closer–so close you can taste His tears and feel his heart underneath the fabric of His protection.
Friday is a change in the air from mild to biting. The air bares its teeth.
Friday is ending the day with a charcuterie board to share with him and curled up underneath a blanket watching my Korean drama.
mijin kang 