An imaginative, speculative story of Eve, FOMO and the Fall.
The Tree
Cultivating awe is a spiritual discipline.
I've always felt like I had to tone down my over-the-top expressions of excitement, anticipation, joy and wonder. Like I was always just a bit too much. Turns out, I was created for that.
White noise … OFF
I didn't even know how weary my soul was until I found the rest it was longing for.
And So I Pray On…
After my dad died, following three straight months of desperate prayers pleading for his healing, I had a crisis of faith. I felt like I had run full speed into a brick wall. Prayer seemed like a joke.
These Words of Mine 