If you find yourself there today—lonely, questioning, even grieving—know this: you’re not being punished. You’re being prepared.

The eyes of hope and a “Maybe this time” faith see river rocks as weapons. Trials as joy-producing seasons. It knows the great exchange

I can’t rush the end of winter. I need to honor the rest my garden needs and the transition that needs to happen…

Managing our momentum for the mission, calls for rest and sometimes disappointing others.