In Our Place

“When communion with God had been one’s oxygen, ones meat and drink, throughout one’s whole life, without a single moment of interruption by sin-to suddenly bear the unspeakable weight of all our sins? Who could survive that? To lose that depth of communion was to die. The great love at the heart of the universe was being rent in two. The world’s light was going out.” [i]

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A Garden in Dry Ground

Long winters have a way of stirring my anticipation for spring. While the cold hush of winter is settled over the earth, I find it hard to picture branches sprouting new life. But as clockwork, spring subtly makes a return. Once more, the bleak winter sky begins to lighten and the sun peaks out from behind thick clouds. The light breeze sends the low notes of the mourning dove into the fresh air. Buds are breaking free from frost. While winter left a mark, creation bounces back with a new hope, whispering winter’s end and pointing to a new horizon.

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I’m Back! (And hoping in what is to come)

After a much longer break than expected, I have finally found my pen. πŸ™‚ Thank you to all who reached out and prompted me to write. I’m so happy to be back and I have much to share! But first, I want to share with you a thought that has been pressing on my heart. While I was looking through some of my previous posts, and I landed on a continuous theme: hope.

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