Everything that goes into the ground is born again, transformed, resurrected, restored, regenerated, imbued with new life.
Tuesday offered up one of those flawless, hope-filled, “promise-of-Spring” days
Not vague optimism predicated on wishful thinking, but specific faith rooted in hope and promise.
with God I find I am able to reach into otherwise unfathomable places.
to make more room for learning, and wonder, and transformation…
The past seven days have produced so much worth writing about it’s like the perfect illustration for the “live like you mean it” imperative
today I’ll share some photographs of our time with the children
such a rift in the space-time continuum – consequences too catastrophic to imagine…
the story of faith is seldom told in test-tube conditions. But we must tell it all the same. We have to be ready.