finding joy in the hills and valleys
Last week brought one of those surprises you hope you never get…
I have always found it unexpected that the author refers to himself as “the disciple whom Jesus loved.” All of a sudden last night, I saw this description in a whole new light.
I am a dreamer. Or at least, I was a dreamer. This year seems to have had a singular focus of ripping away every last one of my dreams. So today, I’m letting go.