Wednesday, September 19, 2018

We cannot know the whole truth, which belongs to God alone, but our task nevertheless is to seek to know what is true.

Wendell Berry, It All Turns on Affection: The Jefferson Lecture and Other Essays

And so I read, pray, and listen.

I poke this pile of fear gingerly, just to see what’s there. I’m certain that, on a day in which I feel stronger, I’ll toss the smelly, oily canvas back and reveal—nothing. No power, not one thing that can take me down, just a pile of lies.

I join with a group of women to dig into the book of Hebrews and mine truth about He who is better. Best. Above all else.

Most certainly above this wily adversary, fear.

And it is well.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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