Years ago, I ran across a book called The Cloud of Unknowing, which (fittingly enough!) was written by an unknown author in the 14th century. It basically talked about how life on earth is nothing certain and how we must be content with unknowing, instead loving and trusting the Lord. I probably need to pick this book… Continue reading Walking in the Fog
I want to come home. I want to see goodness where I feel bitterness. I want joy where I feel pain. I want peace where I feel uncertainty. I want to belong where I feel disconnected. As hard and humbling as it will be, I want to come home.
In reflecting on Jesus and His tomb, I cannot help but think of my morning playing Schrödinger's cat with a 3-year-old.
We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.
Instead of requiring high school students to read The Diary of Anne Frank, the United States could have served as asylum for her. Are we denying asylum to the Syrian Anne Frank?
So, I’m waiting. Waiting for a contract. Wishing it’ll be for the one I really want.