The Unforced Rhythms of Grace

The Unforced Rhythms of Grace

It took just over 24 hours to cry through the entire box of tissue. We’d driven up the coast, through a steady rain, for a long weekend on Cape Cod. We had no real plan other than resting up, exploring the area, and working our way through a stack of favorite family games. We’d packed cinnamon tea, red wine, books, sweaters, and walking shoes. 

We were, after all, following doctor’s orders. Last

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To Be Found

To Be Found

Guest Post: Carissa Woodwyk

That teeny, tiny little baby - born from the womb of a woman, by the seed of a man.

That teeny, tiny little baby - born from two people, connected to two people, displaced by two people.

That teeny, tiny little baby - born in her homeland country, so far away from the place she calls home.

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