How a group of humans showed me I could begin again
When love surprises our shame
Have you ever been so gently loved that you didn’t realize it was healing you?
On Sunday I stood in front of a faith community whose walked with me the past seven months and told them how much they’ve meant to me. Thing is — I didn’t write it out beforehand. When I got to that part of my sermon, I naively wrote, “Share what this community has meant to me…
