When was the last time you entered a different country?
There are two ways of entering a country.
The first way is the clear entry. I have been to America once, and the entry was a noisy airport, announcements, surprisingly personal questions from unsmiling uniformed figures, fingerprinting, forms, heavy luggage. I had arrived.
Or when I stepped out of a plane as a child onto Africa – even before your feet touch the ground, you know you are somewhere different. As soon as the door opens, the air hits you like a thousand warm currant buns, right in the face.
But there is another way of entering a country.
I’ve enjoyed getting to know Kimberly Coyle through the Five Minute Friday community, and I’m excited to be guest-posting at hers today on what progress on the spiritual journey feels like – would you click over with me to read the rest?
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