{"id":1717,"date":"2022-09-07T12:03:49","date_gmt":"2022-09-07T16:03:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/?p=1717"},"modified":"2022-09-07T13:28:23","modified_gmt":"2022-09-07T17:28:23","slug":"new-chapter-new-book","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/new-chapter-new-book\/","title":{"rendered":"New Chapter. New Book."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I tell my story because I want to understand how the pieces fit together. But there is another part &#8211; looking for others who may have shared my experiences or enough similar ones to see to what conclusions they have come, how they were shaped, what wisdom they gleaned that I  missed. And in some ways, to find people who are home to me.&nbsp;&nbsp;Did they ask the same questions? Are there questions I can explore I haven\u2019t considered?&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Always beneath those questions are the questions: no matter how different we are, how do our lives intersect? where do we connect? Or can we?&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I often talk about backing up and taking the long view. In those moments  I see the connections: the way humanity is woven together and with creation. What seems disparate has tendrils of connection curling beneath the surface.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So today I begin to tell another part of my story. The passion that drives me is a gift from Godde. The call to pastor Circle of Grace is a gift and challenge of the Spirit. The struggle to live into the passion is both the gift and curse of community. I cannot tell more of my story without telling the story of Circle of Grace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>     While this is my story it is also the story of many people who passed through our metaphorical doors. Some came to stay, some came for a while, some left angry and hurt.  I hope to structure the tale to include the telling of others as well as my own. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The truth is sometimes difficult to share. Or even admit. I claim here and now that my truth is only a facet of our shared experiences.  I heard a word the other day that that sums up my anxiety, joy, and trepidation of this leg of my journey: \u201cflawsome.\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thank you for listening. This is the beginning of my next book. Ask me questions. Challenge my assumptions. I see a bumpy road ahead and, I hope, will see a few more pieces of the puzzle of me fit together.<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I tell my story because I want to understand how the pieces fit together. But there is another part &#8211; looking for others who may have shared my experiences or enough similar ones to see to what conclusions they have come, how they were shaped, what wisdom they gleaned that I missed. And in some &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/new-chapter-new-book\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">New Chapter. New Book.<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1626,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[6,5,1],"tags":[14,16],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1717"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1717"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1717\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1723,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1717\/revisions\/1723"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1626"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1717"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1717"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1717"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}