My firstborn comes to me, puts his head on my chest – “Would you let me hear your heart beating? Do you want to listen to mine?” 

So much of what I’ve done has been to make myself known, so much fear wasted on making an impact.

Remember the numbered sands, my hair, a secret name written, how God hears every pulse of this heart.

I am fully known.

Real fame is a thing tucked deep in God glory.

Knowing that, believing it, might just change my life.