God picked a hell of a week to show up. Continue reading
I hadn’t really intended for my last post to end on such a sour note. When I began writing, I thought I would be able to wrap things up with a pretty bow. You know; neat and tidy. Looking back, that seems patently ridiculous. Our spiritual lives change. Sometimes they’re verdant forests. Others, dry deserts. Right now, mine is a swamp. That’s not a value judgment– each locale can teach you something different. Forests teach you to forage for truth. Deserts teach you to thrive on very little. And swamps? I haven’t quite figured out what swamps are good for.