In the beginning, there was only us. Fearfully and wonderfully fashioned from dust and called lovely by Love itself. There was no shame, no fear of punishment or missing out—only fullness of joy, the abundance of beauty and freedom in the presence of God.
Read MoreThis space has been quiet for two months now as I have tried to learn what my friend Alia so beautifully calls "the fluency of hope." There are days now and then when 2:30 hits and I realize I have forgotten how to breathe and have to rediscover the rhythm of my lungs inhaling and exhaling.
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