Yesterday we visited the story of an unlikely champion: a racehorse named Seabiscuit. He was too small, the jockey was too big and blind in one eye – and yet,
Her: the casual friend I ran into at the grocery store who looked put together on the outside but was pulled apart on the inside by a heart-wound that dripped of fear,
Years ago our family got a bouncy little puppy that we named Roman. One of the first things we did when Roman became a Smith was head to the pet store for doggie supplies.
Earlier this week I quieted down in a place of reflection and considered the magnitude of Holy Week in light of Jesus. This prayer was my journaled response:
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