I learn to practice the spiritual discipline of saying no this week. We’ve been invited to spend the evening with friends, but Monday, we run like chickens with our heads cut off to finish the pressing errands, Tuesday is house church, and Thursday is already double booked.
Read MoreYesterday morning, the sun finally came out of hiding after what felt like 84 years of rainy blur. I volunteer to lead our little church’s peace passing rhythm, sharing what has been growing in me over the last few weeks.
Read MoreWe laugh together, and we cry together, and I try to scribble down all the beautiful, holy moments, but there are too many. We are living the mystery.
Read MoreWe watched the radar all weekend, slack jawed and praying for relief for our neighbors to the east as Florence stalled out again and again over our coast. I could hear the rustling of the leaves outside, our whole apartment growing darker as the swirling clouds eclipsed the sun, but the rain never came.
Read MoreWanting, needing, listening, reading, and more.
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