Many times I could have said the same as Gawain, terrified in the face what was to come, “I’m not ready. I’m not ready yet.”
This was a time in my life when I believed fervently in a loving God, when I wanted to be obedient, and obedience meant waiting.
High school almost crushed my dream of being a writer. Now, as an educator, I’m trying to be the teacher I never had.
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