transplanted to Maine, but found my heart's been here much longer than my body has. fighting for healing in a broken body in a broken world. filling in the cracks with gold, pouring from a crooked spout. it's all ordinary, but it echoes with Forever.
I almost died in 2021. Now, I’m finding my way back. Journey with me, as I explore what it is to be a bloodied saint—full of faith & suffering, wonder & pain, & everything in between. So, sit & stay a while. YOU BELONG HERE.
A weekly letter for the frantic strivers, serial doers, and weary achievers. We're learning the goodness of rest, the practice of prayer, and the miracle of going slow.
