I don’t buy it. I don’t think we rise to the occasion…

Hear me out…

It never really was about the compass. It was about how easy it was to feel so certain, to trust our instincts, to assume we are reading a situation correctly

In a world where violent death has become a headline, a statistic, a cycle—let’s pause. Not to glorify tragedy. Not to retell horror but to remember that from the very beginning, God has heard the cry of spilled blood. And He has asked us to hear it too.

Joy, I’ve learned, doesn’t always arrive with fireworks. Sometimes it shows up in the mundane, the overlooked, the ordinary.

Things like slowing down, being quiet, finding stillness, etc. was somewhat of a foreign concept for me.

Don’t forget to EXHALE.

So very simple in words.

Little did I know what was in store for me.

Have you ever heard the story about the school for animals?

When I was a young child I remember first feeling shame and embarrassed over my laugh.

Have you ever tried to brush your teeth with your non-dominant hand?