Head held high, chin up

All is right with me

So full, so correct

It’s all that I can see

Where could they even go from here? The sorrow and confusion His followers must have felt, as He was forcibly led to Golgatha, bloodied, beaten, and scourged. They thought He would be their hero, their rescuer, their hope. But what hope did they have now? And who could they blame?

It was her first garden since she was a little girl growing up in Illinois. For me, it was blood, sweat, and tears.

It’s so easy to be consumed. On the urgent, on the loud, on what looks like a need. To have our thoughts spread out over so many different little fires. We’re stressed out, overwhelmed, breathing hard, just trying to stay in the game.

People use fear to manipulate.

Do this. Don’t do that.

Buy this. Don’t buy that.

Believe this. Don’t believe that.

Include them. Don’t include them.

A baby smiled at me the other day in the grocery store.