I Have a Few Questions

I have a few questions.

How . . . ?

Is it . . . ? 

What  . . . ?

I scratch them on a page in my journal. One after another; they keep coming.

Through writing comes understanding. Not answers but illumination.

I scribble prayer.

(I wonder: is it okay to use such a common word alongside a holy one?

Then I remember: that’s the way this whole thing plays out.)

Grace for today.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects. Coming Summer 2020: The Presence of Absence: A Story About Busyness, Brokenness, and Being Beloved.

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