To all who are hungry and tired, just come home. The fog is dense but there are lights to guide you. Come home. There is food and rest, laughter and healing here. We can…
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I actually took this photo in December shortly after my mom passed away, but it seems appropriate to post it now. There is so much of my path that feels unknown to me right…
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Grief can feel like this. It has become difficult to see clearly — difficult to even think clear thoughts. I forget things. I put things that are supposed to go in the closet into…
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I am grateful to worship a mysterious God. I cannot box him up neatly or know what he is going to do next, or even why. He has no equal. He is God…
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January came in muted, head down, wearing a heavy coat of fog. Her clouds enveloped the light, quieting and cloaking it in a mist almost indiscernible. I cannot tell if this fogginess is inside…