Compassion for Dust

It’s been a long week, if you know what I mean. One of those weeks that feels about a year long. The strain and drain have pretty much wiped me out. Not much left to write a blog post . . . a coherent blog post. My fallback phrase lately is “I’m thankful.” Let me… Continue reading Compassion for Dust

The Deadly Question

We were driving to town when my friend asked the question. It popped out as she described the wrestling match she was in with life. It was the type of question we call out in the midst of desperation. When we feel confused and lost, alone with no place to go. Enveloped in a smog that blinds, penetrates, threatens. In an… Continue reading The Deadly Question