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Let me tell you something. You aren't ready. You aren't. ready. I first got to know Mrs. Carol about 6 or 7 years ago when I was placed in a group intended for the older women to disciple and pour into the younger women. I was a young mom of a toddler and a newborn, and as I sat there in her kitchen and living room, I distinctly remember thinking, "this is holy places." It's Mrs. Carol's faith, joy, contentment, servant's heart, and the incredible endurance she's had to have to overcome hardship. Yet she would welcome younger women into her home and pour into us, cooking for us, and sharing her wisdom-- it's just holy work of a resilient woman who walks closely with the Lord. So I can't tell you the honor it was for me to sit once again at her kitchen table and get to share her story with you. Before we recorded, I was telling her about my busy day and all the new in our lives. She immediately asked if I'd eaten and fed me, because she just sees people. Of course afterwards she sent me home with bags full of homemade cookies. We laughed and we cried, and before I left I told her I was nervous about something. I started to step out of the front door, and she called out again, "Hallie, just enjoy tonight. Just enjoy it." And I teared up, because she didn't know that's my word of the year, but the Lord did. He knew that's the reminder I needed to just rest in the work he's ALREADY doing. But that's just who Mrs. Carol is. And once again, I left thinking, "this is holy places." And so today, I just feel really honored and humbled to share these holy places of surrender through Mrs. Carol's story with you.