That sound stopped me dead.  It snatched all my thoughts and focused them in one single direction.

Unexpected discovery. Humbling, yes, but also funny.  It’s creative.  Who knew this cottage would be so perfect for helping people. . .

It sits there, in it's place, torturing me. I know I need to write. I know I need to confess. I leave it there with its accusing black sc

A beautiful mess?  That is an oxymoron of my hyper organized personality. My brain wants to believe messes mean one thing. .

I have to work at not being frustrated these days.  All that we have been doing and want to do is in flux.  I am also in flux. 

This group of people who have come together—these people who did not know, just 45 days ago, that we would be headed, in just a few days...

In truth, life is a menagerie of easily doable; too hard to even try; and a million intermediate steps. 

It hit me just as I was about to click on Google. Girl! Your faith is at its limit. You know it is.

I stood there in the rain for a while, letting it wash the emotions (and what was left of my makeup) from my face. 

I have never seen anything like it.  I cannot reproduce it.  I have no idea why it happens here.  But it does.

How do we get through the fields and the forests of our problems? Journey together. That is how.

Wild Hope may not be reasonable, but when it is realized the result is worth the risk. Come, we will take you to the Hope giver.