I have come to see the forgotten, so I may testify to their story back home. Deep in the sister’s eyes, I am awed by her faithfulness.
I have come to see the forgotten, so I may testify to their story back home. Deep in the sister’s eyes, I am awed by her faithfulness.
The most amazing conversation I’ve ever had on a plane almost didn’t happen. The power of vulnerability.
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.
I will never know what it means to fall to the bottom of a well.
Thankfully, few of us do. But that is an image that has been with me for more than 10 years. Few probably know that, so that’s why I begin “Dear Tired,” here.
Dear Tired, 