I was chewing on my own faith this past week and getting stuck on some of Jesus’ words like dry bread in the back of my throat. It was a particularly hard tenet to swallow:
As the disciples rode the dusty coattails of Jesus’ rising influence, their dream of being a part of a powerful new king’s kingdom was crushed as Jesus hung on the cross and died. I’m sure they were quite perplexed
Sometimes we need to take a great, terrible, long fall from a comfortable perch. It’s the only thing that will crack and crush the shell we never needed in the first place, but we created and clung to out of fear and the comfort of
Breathing in-and-out is a handy physical reminder of how I would like to give and receive with loved ones: more naturally, regularly, and with loving ease.