I have few words today.
I am tired.
3 kids, friends struggling with sickness and grief, the loss of my favorite shoe, and my need for perfection have undone me a little.
But even still, I know the grace of God is perched next to me, ever-present.
I am becoming more and more convinced that I am asking the wrong question.
And I am stunned by the grace of a God that would overwhelm us with opportunities to see him at every corner turned.
A God who revels in the details and rides in on the gentlest breeze.
And so I will sit here a little longer.