It’s very easy to – even in this season of celebrating abundance and bounty – to feel intensely Not Enough….Read More
Sometimes my mountain is about the size of a step stool, but compared to the hole I just crawled out of I practically scaled Everest. Sometimes my stormy seas are about the depth of a full sink of dishes, but I might as well have surfed a tidal wave. Sometimes the shoulders I stand on are themselves shaking with sobs.
And in our quaking togetherness we become more than we can ever be on our own.