A Break in the Clouds
Years ago I spent a Mother’s Day weekend at a prayer cabin in Wisconsin. The Wilderness Fellowship. Forty-eight hours alone with just God...
My whole life has been shaped by story. Books I’ve read. The stories I’ve lived. His story—the Jesus story—living in me. Ever-unfolding miracle story of shalom—nothing missing, nothing broken. Adoption. Boy Mom. Faith and family. Stories of breathtaking grace and impossible love. Imagination and transformation. God is good, and He is faithful. Again and again and again. This is my story.
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