As I was walking tonight, I was reminded of this story my dad (and maybe my grandmother) use to tell me. I took some creative liberties to fill in some holes. This story makes me wonder how often in life, we change our paths out of fear, take a few turns, and then no longer recognize the world around us.
As we talk about masks, vaccines, and our individual rights, everyone seems to have strong feelings. Some see the public health crisis as a clear justification to require all to be vaccinated. And many of them are afraid of what will come if we do not get the virus under control. Many see no room... Continue Reading →
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 →
Beauty in the Brokenness 