where’s your favorite place to take a deep breath?

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Dani and I have been relaxing and vacationing in San Diego all week. This is our third summer in a row that we have spent time in this cool oasis amidst the hot days of Phoenix summer. We even honeymooned there last July. We have discovered restaurants we love. We love the fact that 68 degree weather makes us feel okay about wearing hoodies. The ocean is awesome. It’s become one of our favorite places.

As we wrap up this week here on the blog, I would love to hear from you. Where is your favorite place to take a deep breath? Maybe its a vacation spot like San Diego. Or a secluded space with childhood memories. A chair in your home or a spot in your backyard. Share with us where you go when you need a deep breath before the next big season in your life.

-Savage

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About Scott Savage

Scott Savage is a young leader, hopeful about the future of the Church and the generation that is emerging to lead it. He currently serves as the Minister to Young Adults at North Phoenix Baptist Church, where he leads Crash (an alternative worship service) and leads the church's ministry to college students, young singles and young marrieds. He resides in Central Phoenix with his wife, Danalyn. He blogs here at The Joshua Collective, and you can follow his everyday moves on Twitter: @scottesavage. Scott graduated with a Bachelors of Arts in Christian Studies from Grand Canyon University and a Masters of Divinity from Golden Gate Baptist Theological Seminary.

One thought on “where’s your favorite place to take a deep breath?

  1. My favorite would be my parent’s farm in Southeastern Iowa. I miss the green blankets and towering trees that tell secrets as the breeze runs her fingers throughout the leaves. I miss the community where family and friends are generational not transistional. I miss traffic jams caused by livestock not car accidents or afternoon traffic. I miss the grass roots of my home church where the only riff is who’s patato salad tastes the best. More what I miss is my father who by his wisdom and humor makes my life make sense.

    Michael
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