The Nagging Question
“I just don’t know why God led us here,” my friend said wearily. “Why did He put us through this?” I’m flopped on my bed, door shut, lights off, phone…
looking for purpose in chaos and comfort
“I just don’t know why God led us here,” my friend said wearily. “Why did He put us through this?” I’m flopped on my bed, door shut, lights off, phone…
I held a baby today. That’s not a big deal, right? It is. For a moment it’s unfamiliar—the lightness of a newborn, his head worked up into the curve of…