The sky is a mix of clouds and stars on my drive. Spots of light in the soft blanket of early morning. I’ve missed this.
I started thinking about how this is my church, these mornings. There’s something transformative about mountain air and emerging light. Everything is new again.
Blue Sky Church
This is where I belong.
You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.
I want to be the best version of myself for anyone who is going to someday walk into my life and need someone to love them beyond reason.
Goodness is about what you do.
Not who you pray to.
Writing is prayer.