I'm hanging out with my niece Caitlin blowing bubbles. Hundreds of bubbles. It got me thinking.

Most of the bubbles travel about 5-10 feet and then float harmlessly to the ground.

But then there's that rare bubble. That 1 in 100. That one bubble that catches the perfect wind current. That one bubble that rises above the rest. That one bubble that goes places no bubble has gone before. That one bubble that makes children want to run after it.

I want to be that one. I want to be that husband. I want to be that father. I want to be that pastor. I want to lead that church.

That one. The one that rides the current of the Holy Spirit and goes where most will never go.
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