Stories lighten the journey. We must tell, and retell them to honour ourselves, each other, and our God.
Along the way, there are ideas to wrestle with, beliefs to form, and what we decide directs our daily steps.
Our journey is beautiful. Emotions colour our days, and dark nights contrast with sun-spangled mornings.
How to praise God in the storm & an unexpected lesson from pronouns.
Why do I share all this here? I believe we live most fully when we take time to process our experiences, both good and bad. In fact, processing our experiences is part of telling our heart that this experience is real: it actually happened.
“Why did he call it that?” my student asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered, but it got me thinking and thinking and thinking.
Because that word “habitation” has a strangely homey, settled feeling.