That little unconventional community changed a life, it made it not only better, but through belonging, sweet.  How?  They went and found him in the midst of the mess he had made—and that was no easy task.  It was hard.  It took sacrifice. It was downright painful at times.  It forced the upbraiding of long avoided memories in the community.  The pain of the wounded was simply too familiar.  In Marvel Movie style, during a major, earth altering crisis, the entire group surrou

It was all I could do not to burst into tears.  The music was not fancy. A concert pianist and violist played age old hymns between confession and receiving grace and Bible teaching and ultimately gratefulness for all that had been done by a God so deep in love with people that he refused to give up on even the worst of sinners.

I could not stop the squeal of delight that escaped my soul. I adore daffodils.  I stood perfectly still for the longest time, staring at...

That sound stopped me dead.  It snatched all my thoughts and focused them in one single direction.

Unexpected discovery. Humbling, yes, but also funny.  It’s creative.  Who knew this cottage would be so perfect for helping people. . .

It sits there, in it's place, torturing me. I know I need to write. I know I need to confess. I leave it there with its accusing black sc

A beautiful mess?  That is an oxymoron of my hyper organized personality. My brain wants to believe messes mean one thing. .

I have to work at not being frustrated these days.  All that we have been doing and want to do is in flux.  I am also in flux. 

This group of people who have come together—these people who did not know, just 45 days ago, that we would be headed, in just a few days...

In truth, life is a menagerie of easily doable; too hard to even try; and a million intermediate steps. 

It hit me just as I was about to click on Google. Girl! Your faith is at its limit. You know it is.

I tried not to gawk.  I’m not at all sure I succeeded.  I hope I did not look as astounded as I felt.  This.  This is, well, more.

I stood there in the rain for a while, letting it wash the emotions (and what was left of my makeup) from my face. 

The questions are many and answers are few. People don’t understand stuff like this.  Mostly, I don’t either. 

When circumstances are terribly difficult, there is a way to get through and will be a testimony to tell as you overcome

If you want the truth, they will tell you the truth.  Now, do not be misled. Truth is not a synonym for their personal opinions. 

This Christmas sucks for her.  Never one to care much in the first place, she thought it would be no big deal. However, broken hearts demand

I have never seen anything like it.  I cannot reproduce it.  I have no idea why it happens here.  But it does.

The black sheep may feel unworthy, but there is one who seeks and will find him, bring him home and give him what he has always wanted.

How do we get through the fields and the forests of our problems? Journey together. That is how.