She was born with a collection of stones. As she grew, she came to understand these stones represented who she was created to be. They were all unique, some rough, some smooth, some shiny, some dull. But each one, she treasured with her whole heart. She held them close to her. They were her most... Continue Reading →
As a child, I never understood how one could describe pain. Words like sharp, stabbing, aching. How could I know what I felt was sharp or stabbing? How do we know that what one describes as sharp another might not describe as aching? And isn’t grief a bit like this? Each of us has or will experience it in our lifetime. But how each one of us feels and describes those feelings is always different.
Helping those who hide: Lessons learned from Jesus’ encounter with the woman at the well.
I recently re-read Jesus’ encounter with the Samaritan woman at the well. In doing so, I was struck by how the woman at the well hid from society and wondered how many others are doing the same. I know I can sometimes. How can others help those who hide? How can I help those who... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 