When I look at our (un)civil discourse these days, we need some hope. People are tired and angry. But, can hope be found?
When I look at our (un)civil discourse these days, we need some hope. People are tired and angry. But, can hope be found?
Recently, on a flight here in the USA, I found myself in the presence of great love that was better left undisturbed.
We are asked to love with what we have, no matter how little we may think we have to give. We are asked to lean in, love deeply, and to do so faithfully, even when it hurts.
Dear Tired, will be a place where I tell you a story. A story of once tired arms and unfinished tears, yet also a story of courageous embers of hope that stir deep within all of us even when we can only see chaos all around.
