Two years ago September found me in the back of a Starbucks washing dishes– suds up to my elbows and pruned fingers.

One year ago September found me cutting grass with sweat stinging my eyes.

This year September finds me hanging clothes out to dry on a balcony in India.

Not glamorous, and not exactly what I would have expected after college. But you know, God has been real in those times. And loud. I wouldn’t trade them. Who knows what next year will bring, but that has started to matter less. He will be there. He will sustain.

His eye is on the sparrow.