In a sense we have worn ourselves out serving others. The beautiful vice of busyness, often lauded by our church culture, is an acceptable numbing and addictive agent in the lives of those deeply wounded.
Snow like grace falls on the dark of what seems dead. Creation becomes a lesson of contrast – darkness and light. The grace of divine Love falls on our […]
Here I am Lord Broken yet hopeful Tired yet resting Not finished but in process I need you Lord I need your presence in this moment I need to […]
Writing about my wounds has been difficult, like walking through a thick sludge that happens to be filling the trench someone else dug, located just next to the beautiful and […]