So mysticism has become foundational for me, and it's not even about the process or the journey anymore. I've become less and less concerned about transformation, wondering what I might become, and am finally starting to appreciate the wonder of what I already am. The silence opens both my heart and mind to the deep mystery God so desperately wants me to remember: that when he looks at me, he sees his son.
Read MoreThe harsh winter has passed, and a couple things come into focus.
Read MoreGod is driving home a point I've been slow to grasp: he’s a God of both joy and sadness and calls me to love from both places, just as he does. He showed me a glimpse of love throughout autumn based on presence and joy. Now it seems he's trying to show me what love looks like through the lens of alienation and hardship.
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