I think of how sometimes God puts people together, maybe more often than we realize. We can disregard it, lie to ourselves, find the reasons why it’s impractical. But something within the creation of them...

I know I have this judgmental side that I’m often fighting against. But today I recognized the depths of my assumptions about people. What I envision is nothing remotely similar to the reality. Humility hurts....

In that hurry to achieve, I’ve left little time for self-reflection. And I’m not sure I’m ready for it.

What comes from sorrow, watered by tears, grows something of beauty. A salt garden. And so this I leave behind. A harvest for those who find their way into my life and I into theirs.