Pilgrims learn to walk a life of paradox: even though their hearts are set on their final destination, they walk through each day alive to its possibilities, people and lessons.
This morning I asked God to begin weaving the threads of my family’s life into the fabric of others’ lives here in this city. I believe place matters to God. It is not inconsequential.
Utter luxury. Decadence. A sanctuary. Each time I stepped into it and shut the door, I almost couldn’t believe it was for me.