A weekly letter for the frantic strivers, serial doers, and weary achievers. We're learning the goodness of rest, the practice of prayer, and the miracle of going slow.
transplanted to Maine, but found my heart's been here much longer than my body has. fighting for healing in a broken body in a broken world. filling in the cracks with gold, pouring from a crooked spout. it's all ordinary, but it echoes with Forever.
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