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I look up and see him standing on a rocky ledge where the path abruptly moves upward. I walk over to the steep incline where Jesus looks down from the ledge and extends his hand to grasp mine.  Leaning on my walking stick with one hand, I reach for Jesus with the other. With a firm grip he effortlessly lifts me up and over the boulders to the place he stands. I feel his calloused hand holding mine–he doesn’t let go.

"Seeking self-awareness when obstacles and opposition emerge." We have navigated such a difficult stretch these last two years. It has...

It looked great... for a while. Now my plant was worn and battered.

What stirs hope for you? When you have navigated a difficult stretch of terrain in your life's journey what enables tenacious faith,...

My daughter, Michaella, and I enjoy the super hero movies: Wonder Woman, Black Panther, Captain America, and more. There is something...

Crunch. Immediate tears. No coherent thoughts… just sobs of overwhelming emotion as the stress, fear, grief, and even hope, collided with...

This weekend we celebrated Thanksgiving. We intentionally paused to name our gratitude. This year many of us will offer our thankfulness...